My Coworker Built a Fully Functional Catapult in His Cubicle

Our office was usually a place where silence was the standard setting. We were an IT company, but the atmosphere was mostly just rows of beige cubicles, the steady hum of air conditioning, and the rhythmic clicking of keyboards. It was boring, honestly. But then, things started to change. We began hearing these strange, muffled thuds coming from the corner where Dave sat. Dave was a classic IT guy. His desk was a disaster zone of tangled Ethernet cables, discarded hard drives, and coffee-stained circuit boards. He was brilliant, but he was also the kind of guy who thought it was perfectly normal to take a laptop apart during a lunch break just to see how the cooling fan worked. At first, we ignored the thuds. We assumed he was just dropping heavy manuals or maybe kicking his wastebasket. But the sound grew more frequent and more rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat. Then, one that morning, curiosity finally got the best of me. I walked over to his cubicle, pretending to look for a spare HDMI cable. I didn’t have to look hard to see why the office had been so noisy. Right there, sitting squarely on his desk next to his dual monitors, was a full-sized catapult. It was an engineering marvel built entirely out of scrap office equipment. He had used old computer chassis metal for the frame, heavy-duty industrial rubber bands salvaged from shipping supplies, and a stiff plastic tray as the firing mechanism. It was remarkably sturdy for something constructed out of junk. Dave was beaming. He had his safety goggles pushed up onto his forehead, looking exactly like a scientist who had just made a major breakthrough. When I asked what on earth he was doing, he didn’t even look up from his work. He just tightened a bolt on the side and gave me a grin. He said he was just demonstrating the practical application of physics. Before I could even warn him, he picked up a tight wad of paper, placed it in the tray, and yanked the arm back. The release was louder than I expected. The paper ball whistled through the air and hit the wall of the marketing room with a sharp, echoing smack. The people in marketing all jumped. They looked around, bewildered, trying to figure out if someone had thrown something at them. I was shocked. My jaw practically hit the floor, but I couldn't help but laugh a little. It was just so incredibly Dave. A moment later, he fired again. This time, he was aiming for the trash can near the breakroom. It was a perfect arc. The paper landed square in the bin, but it bounced off the rim and clattered against Brenda’s favorite desk plant, a giant peace lily that she had been babying for three years. Brenda gasped, shielding her plant like it was a wounded child. The office suddenly felt smaller, the tension rising as people started peeking over their cubicle walls to see the source of the commotion. The fun ended abruptly when Mr. Henderson, our department boss, appeared. He was not a man who enjoyed spontaneity. He walked into our section with his hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowed so deep that I thought he might get a permanent crease. He looked at the catapult, then at the mess of rubber bands, then at Dave. He looked genuinely worried, as if he expected the desk to explode. He asked Dave, in a voice that was way too calm to be natural, what exactly was happening. Dave looked up, undeterred, and started explaining the mechanics of potential energy versus kinetic energy. He was rambling about leverage and tension, looking so proud of his invention. Mr. Henderson didn’t care about the physics. He looked at the catapult like it was a ticking time bomb and ordered Dave to dismantle it immediately. He told him that this was a workplace, not a laboratory, and that the risk of property damage was simply too high. Dave started to argue, trying to explain that the device was perfectly safe if operated with care, but he was losing the battle. The air in the room was thick with awkwardness. People were pretending to type, but nobody was actually working. Everyone was watching the drama unfold. In a final, desperate attempt to prove his point, Dave grabbed a stress ball from his drawer. He insisted, 'Watch, sir, it's completely controlled.' He pulled the arm back, but his timing could not have been worse. At that precise second, our CEO—a woman who had zero tolerance for nonsense—was on a video conference call that was being broadcast on the big screen monitor at the front of the room. The ball whistled through the air, completely missing the target Dave had aimed for. Instead, it traveled in a perfect, accidental trajectory across the open office space and struck the CEO right on the side of her head. She vanished from the screen as she recoiled from the hit. The entire office went silent. It was the kind of silence that feels heavy, the kind where you can hear someone breathing three rows away. Mr. Henderson turned a shade of red I hadn't realized was possible. His face went from pale to beet red in about two seconds. He didn't yell; he didn't need to. He just pointed toward the door and told Dave to go to HR immediately and leave the device exactly where it was. Dave stood up, his face falling as he realized the gravity of his mistake. He didn't fight back; he just grabbed his jacket and walked toward the exit, looking like a man who knew his career in that building had just ended. We watched him go, feeling a strange mix of secondhand embarrassment and genuine sadness. He didn't even look back at his desk, which looked like a crime scene of office supplies. Later that afternoon, an announcement went out to the team. Mr. Henderson sent an email stating that Dave was taking some 'unscheduled time off for personal development.' We all knew what that meant. In corporate speak, that is the polite way of saying someone has been fired or at least suspended until they are no longer a liability. We never saw Dave again after that day. His desk was cleared out by maintenance crews before we came in the next morning, leaving no trace of the catapult or his presence. The office has gone back to being quiet, and the boredom has returned in full force. I walk past his empty cubicle sometimes and I still catch myself looking for that catapult. It was an incredibly stupid thing to do, but it was also the most interesting thing that had happened in that office in years. I miss him, honestly. He added a spark to a place that usually had none. It was a day I know I will never forget.