Stirring it.

This morning, a collegue decided he was going to wind me up.
For no reason. Oh sorry, for a laugh.
Why do people do that?
Arrgh.
Drives me fucking crazy.

When I got my head around what was going on,
(brain very slow on a Monday morning)
I decided to start winding him up.
Quite gently to start with, not sticking my thumbs
(metaphorically that is) into the most delicate parts of his psyche.
But then he stopped playing.
He didn't fucking like it.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Why do it to start with?
I must have no sense of humour.
Well I don't now.

Sorry for rambling.