Bha-ha-ha!
One of the reasons I occasionally miss being at the office was the on-going phoney war with a colleague that’s been going on for years.
One day, he comes into the conference and sits across from me. There are a series of remotes to the room’s media tools and he sets about placing in the middle between us in a neat little row. When he finished, he looks up at me and sees a burning with rage expression on my face and his expression turns to worry.
In a flash I throw the palm of my hand into his organized column, sending each scattered into a different direction and say “OCD eh? Well I’ve got ODD - Obsessive Disruption Disorder - I hope that won’t be too much of a problem for you.”
He didn’t know me all that well then and was seriously befuddled until the others in the room couldn’t stifle their laughter.
From that day forward, I would randomly drop into his office and, while he sat at his desk, proceed to rearrange (disorganize) the items on his desk and then leave without saying a word to him.