Me Man, one of the Peeps© in my cube farm, received Mr. Spock as a parting gift when another cow-orker retired. Old Cow-orker knew Me Man loved Star Trek, see.
Mr. Spock has since been fulfilling the duty of scaring the daylights out of unsuspecting peeps in our cube farm. We would take turns putting Spock just inside the entryway to offices, cubicles, conference rooms. People walking past would catch the 6ft tall figure out of the corners of their eyes and jump, thinking someone was there. It was a riot.
I moved, a few weeks back. I'm no longer in the cube farm where Boomer shouts at her friends, and 'Tude Dude throws things. To celebrate my newfound peace, I threw a cube warming party, and invited all my former kewbees and my new kewbees to help. I solicited gifts.
Me Man decided Mr. Spock needed a new home. Guess where the pointy-eared devil ended up?
After a week of having my new kewbees give me the Vulcan sign for prosperity, and snigger behind their hands as they called me a "Trekkie", I decided Mr. Spock needed to go on vacation. Luckily, he folds up, so he fit in my Miata.
He started his trip at my house (image below). Next stop will be Hawaii. He'll be sure to send postcards to Me Man, Mouse, and the others as he goes on his journey.
