My boss came upstairs from the men's room. I had returned from running an errand about half an hour earlier. He had been told when I came back, although I'm not sure if he saw me on his way downstairs.

"Are you back?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, "for a while."
"I know, Toni told me you were back. I was just testing your memory."

I looked at him with confusion and disbelief. "You thought I might have forgotten I was here?"

"Yes," he said, realizing he'd been called on BS, and disappeared into his office quickly.

A minute later, when he came back out, I got to use one of my favorite lines: When your memory starts to go, forget it.