Double-take

I was in another part of our office complex the other day, helping someone with a problem. When my co-worker went to get something off the printer, I wandered out of her cubicle and looked around, because I didn't visit this area often. I peeked into the office opposite and gasped. Something familiar was hanging on the wall over the desk; could it really be what I thought it was?

I looked away and tried to act casual, because it was the office of one of the managers whom I didn't know very well. Then I looked again and saw that the office was empty, so I moved closer and stared in amazement.

Was it? Could it be?


Yes, I'm sure there was a flogger hanging over the desk. A coloured flogger. With ribbons attached.

Well, maybe it was a fly whisk. But it sure looked like a flogger to me.