What a dreary day. Rain was coming down — not unusual for Scranton, though you weren’t used to it having just moved.

Finally, the clock hit five. You were happy to leave work, sure, just a little reluctant to go out in the rain and finish the boring task of unpacking your things from their cardboard boxes.

You take your jacket off the coat racket, looking around for your umbrella. You frown. “Hey, has anyone seen my umbrella?”

Most of them have already left, and those who are still there ignore you. You put your jacket on, frustrated, when you see an arm reach up and take a coat down. “Do you need an umbrella?” Comes the voice of Jim Halpert, the salesman. “Oh!” You look up — he’s the tallest guy in the office, you have no choice — “Yeah, do you have, like, an extra?”

He flashes you a charming smile. “No, I figured we could just share.”