Before I retired, I worked in a modern office that we all would refer to as a "Cube Land". It was not unusual to have conversations over the cube walls without actually seeing the person in the next cube. It was easy to hear conversations between other people in the office.

In a window cube there was a rather witchy young lady. (I KNOW that I'm not spelling that exactly correctly.) She was rather attractive but upon getting to know her, one would realize that she was an absolutely perfect witch. The witch's great recent accomplishment was getting her boy friend to move in with her. The witch's window was her great possession and she let every one know it.

While being a witch she was also technically competent in her position. At a customer premises, the witch solved a complex problem in the customer's equipment that the customer's maintenance people repeatedly failed to resolve.

The customer, in appreciation, sent the witch some flowers. The flowers were delivered to the office. The arrangement was a rather nice bouquet with a small Teddy Bear attached. There was no name on the card (neither "To" nor "From") and the card just said "I Love You". If you've been reading, you know that the flowers were obviously intended for someone else and the florist delivery person made an error.

The witch carries the flowers from the receptionist area to her cube for dramatic effect. All the other ladies in the office are in the "oh" "ah" mode and all are asking what, why, who.... The witch reads the card and screams. Then she says, "He says that he loves me." Then the witch calls her boy friend (live in and with benefits) and starts the conversation with "I love you too."

As it is obvious to everyone reading, the boy friend didn't send the flowers, a huge argument ensues and the witch slams down the phone. After multiple calls to the florist and customer, the witch calls the boy friend back. The boy friend could not understand why a customer would send her flowers. (The witch was not above extra circular activity with customers.) Another argument ensues and the boy friend evidently hangs up on the witch.

The witch leaves the office and goes across the street for lunch. The witch comes back a few hours later, obviously having had a liquid lunch. The witch stays to the end of the work day and then goes home. The next day the witch reports to the other ladies that boy friend had moved back to his place.