It was just another Monday morning when I went into work as usual. I went to walk past the receptionist, Donna, into the offices at the back of the building. She was up instantly and blocked my way. “You can’t go in there, Sir.”

“Sorry?”

“That is for staff only.”

“Donna, are you feeling okay? It is me, Martin Lindel, I have been working here for years.”

“You should impersonate somebody else.”

“I am not impersonating anyone. Look, I can prove this.” I reached into my pocket but could not find my badge.

“Never impersonate the dead. Security, trespasser!”

Written for carrot ranch.