The Coffeepot

At the data-entry company where I work, the other operators and I share a coffeepot.

One morning I took it into the ladies room to fill it with water.  Then I began preening in the mirror, burshing my hair and reapplying some makeup.

I didn't realize how long I'd been until someone slid a note under the door.

"You win," it read.  "Any ransom demand willl be met.  Just release the coffeepot."