El Chefe came one fine day, stormed into the office around noon.
very proud he reported that his first surgery went well and therefore would have done.
My colleague and I told him to nod sympathetically. A bissl Bauchpinselei must be sometimes. He is now making rounds.
good too ...
After 30 minutes he is back, and highly satisfied me, and the world.
Two minutes later he jumps in a square. His key is gone. Car keys, house keys - in short, the entire federal government.
rattles his brain. In a panic, he calls on the station. Somewhere in the Mist thing must indeed be the end. And he has one for lying down carelessly somewhere. (We know him)
Hectic Search on the station. Negative.
El Chefe sinks - theatrical, close to fainting - in a chair. Very small it is sudden.
My colleague and I have the same idea.
Could the key is not to be in the operating room (or in the locker room as the locker)?
El Chefe looks at us from big eyes.
"I was already in operation?"
What they say as the best?
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