It all began on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday morning, with stale coffee quietly mocking employees from their chipped mugs. Into this scene steps our hapless hero—an employee who, for reasons best known to himself, notices his coworker’s wonderful-smelling hair and decides to mention it. In a better world, she might have smiled, thanked him, and they’d both return to the comforting glow of their computer screens. Instead, she transforms into a bundle of rage and marches straight to the supervisor’s office, ready to tender her resignation and launch a sexual harassment lawsuit. Talk about a bad hair day.

Now, the perplexed supervisor, who probably has a thousand other things to worry about (like quarterly reports and the dysfunctional office printer), tries to calm her down. He is, after all, trained for conflict resolution—he’s got that corporate seminar certificate framed on his desk. “Let’s be reasonable,” he seems to say. “What’s the big deal about a man saying your hair smells nice?” On paper, that’s a solid question. A compliment is just a compliment, right?

But here comes the punchline, the plot twist that no one saw coming: She reveals that the offender is, in fact, a “f***ing midget!” Suddenly, our tidy office narrative veers off into absurdity. The twist is jarring, so unexpected that it leaves everyone speechless—except maybe for the fax machine in the corner that never shuts up.