On a Tuesday, Greg tried to sneak his pet hamster, Sir Fluffles, into the office by hiding him in a muffin tin. The barista, Karen, eyed the tin suspiciously. “Is that… a muffin?” she asked. Greg nodded, sweat beading on his brow. Suddenly, Sir Fluffles darted out, scurrying across the counter. Karen gasped as the hamster leapt into a stack of pancakes, scattering syrup everywhere. Greg lunged, but slipped on a puddle of blueberry jam, crashing into a display of croissants. The store erupted in chaos—pancakes flew, croissants crumbled, and Karen stared at Greg, who held up a single muffin shell. “It was a bad batch,” he said weakly. Karen sighed. “You’re fired.” Greg blinked. “But the hamster’s still in the…” The camera cut to Sir Fluffles nibbling a pancake in the corner, unbothered.
