So I got this email from a friend who shall remain unnamed, and it was too good not to share.
"On the first day you were gone, I went into your cube to grab that box of kleenex I said I needed. So M sees me go in your cube and says...
M: Give it up dude, she's gone.
Me: (I chuckle a bit, grab the box of kleenex and leave your cube)
M: You're taking her box of tissues?.... What kind of fetish is that?"
This kind of stuff actually makes me miss the culture of cubicles... :)