Match Wits With Inspector Cowboy!: A Five Minute Mystery Based On Real Events
"Thank goodness you've come, Inspector Cowboy!" said Blanche Farrell of Anonymous Workplace, Inc. "We're in a terrible state!"
"What seems to be the problem?" Asked Inspector Cowboy, scanning the reception desk and adjusting his hip flask. He had been rassling dogies when Blanche had called, and he was worried he might have dented his whiskey.
"Here at this office---which resembles an actual office many of you have heard about, but which is taboo as a blog subject, hence this fictional variant---we have two bathrooms. One is very convenient and centrally located. The other is down the hall, out the back doors, through a security area that requires a secret keypad number to go in and out. Obviously, the central bathroom is more popular."
Inspector Cowboy jingled a spur impatiently. "And?"
"The problem," Blanche continued, "is that someone accidentally locked the central bathroom's door, and now no one can get in to use it! Our office manager is the only one with a key, and she's on vacation all week! We'll be down to one inconvenient bathroom until after Labor Day!" Blanch flushed and fanned herself. "Everyone's upset. I was about to write a panicky e-mail to ask our office manager to come back early, when I remembered I had your number. Can you help us?"
Inspector Cowboy nodded laconically---a trick he'd picked up in a workshop at Moseyer's Jamboree '94---and said, without even examining the scene of the trouble, "Your problem will be solved by this time tomorrow, and your office manager can stay on her vacation."
Sure enough, that's how it turned out. What happened? And how did Inspector Cowboy know?
"What seems to be the problem?" Asked Inspector Cowboy, scanning the reception desk and adjusting his hip flask. He had been rassling dogies when Blanche had called, and he was worried he might have dented his whiskey.
"Here at this office---which resembles an actual office many of you have heard about, but which is taboo as a blog subject, hence this fictional variant---we have two bathrooms. One is very convenient and centrally located. The other is down the hall, out the back doors, through a security area that requires a secret keypad number to go in and out. Obviously, the central bathroom is more popular."
Inspector Cowboy jingled a spur impatiently. "And?"
"The problem," Blanche continued, "is that someone accidentally locked the central bathroom's door, and now no one can get in to use it! Our office manager is the only one with a key, and she's on vacation all week! We'll be down to one inconvenient bathroom until after Labor Day!" Blanch flushed and fanned herself. "Everyone's upset. I was about to write a panicky e-mail to ask our office manager to come back early, when I remembered I had your number. Can you help us?"
Inspector Cowboy nodded laconically---a trick he'd picked up in a workshop at Moseyer's Jamboree '94---and said, without even examining the scene of the trouble, "Your problem will be solved by this time tomorrow, and your office manager can stay on her vacation."
Sure enough, that's how it turned out. What happened? And how did Inspector Cowboy know?
Labels: Dave Update, games
posted by Cowboy Dave Dickerson | 12:18 PM
4 Comments:
I don't know exactly, but I guarantee that Bugs Meany is involved somehow.
Scenario 1: Lock the other bathroom as well. Wait for desperate people to bash down the door of bathroom #1.
Scenario 2: climb into the toilet in the open bathroom, and come out through the toilet in the locked one.
Scenario 3, the most unlikely of them all: leave a note on the bathroom door asking the after-hours maintenance people to unlock the door and leave it unlocked when they finish cleaning it.
--Det. Toonhead!
The cheaper of:
A) Calling a locksmith. Bill company.
B) Getting office manager to Fedex the Key (if she has it on hand).
I'm with Joe. The cleaning staff will have a master key.
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