The two men glared across the staff lounge at one another. Each was clutching an oversized mug bearing the words, 'Best Dad'.
Minutes ticked by, both waiting for the other to act. The silence in the room was deafening.
Then came the grinding of teeth. This was followed by the squeak of each man rubbing his mug as though it would bring them good luck. Others in the office slowly edged away.
Ties were loosened, shirt sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up. Expensive suede shoes were removed and set neatly aside.
Both men finally made eye contact. Putting the mugs to one side, they rose and nodded. 'Best Dad'. There could be only one.