The Big Black Ball

You may recall Mitch from a previous story involving his double, Box Mitch. I don't recall where this fits into the timeline in relation to Box Mitch, but here's another tale about poor Mitch getting a little more grief about something completely unnecessary.

At one point, Mitch went on a fitness kick. He was counting calories on everything he ate for lunch, counting every step with one of those belt pedometers, and then organizing it all on his phone so he could show us graphs. The worst of it was that he bought one of those big inflatable exercise balls to sit on. It came with a frame to hold it in place and to make it look more like an actual chair, but he was ultimately sitting on a big black ball all day. You know, because it would help him burn off an extra 3 calories a day or something like that.

This is where Daniel enters the picture. Daniel decided it was time to screw with Mitch a little bit. Nothing big and noticeable, in the beginning Daniel chose to keep it subtle. Every day when Mitch would step out go grab lunch or whatever, Daniel would go over to Mitch's desk and let a little air out of the ball. Again, nothing noticeable in one day, but definitely noticeable after 2 or 3 days.  So every couple days Mitch would pump it back up a little bit and complain about how it didn't hold air very well while everyone else tried to keep from laughing.

Finally after a little while of this, Daniel got pretty upset with Mitch (I don't recall why exactly this time, because it happened a lot) and just completely deflated the ball. Mitch had had enough of pumping it back up and just stuffed it into a drawer. He took the frame home, and the deflated ball sat there in the drawer for a few weeks, until inspiration struck again.....