Creamed Too Soon

I was surprised with a wham-bam to the face yesterday. Courtesy of my fine colleagues who have apparently been plotting this embarassment for a month, i was 'tricked' into a corner. All of sudden, i was pied. It was sponge cake with hefty topping of fresh, whipped cream. Delicious. Globs of white, sugary foam were all my face, hair, shirt and were dripping off me onto the carpeted floor. It was a messy affair. They even put up A3 posters acknowledging the victimisation - cake, cream and me, priceless.

The con of an upcoming birthday. They promise more tomfoolery later. I tell them it's a bad precedent they are setting, after all, their birthdays will come around as sure as the Earth goes around the Sun. Karma.