DOG! I mean I need to take my DOG to the vet... Crap.
John, our dayshift supervisor, asked me where his scraggly old poinsettia went. I had no clue. But since I'd offered to get him a replacement for a couple of $ I was his first suspect. So the Monday after thanksgiving he'd questioned, more like interrogated, me where it had gone. He asked around and got no answer. Finally he told me to ask Dan and Sue, our cleaners. Here is Dans written confession.