Yesterday:

*allaire shows up in a colleague's office - let's call him F - to ask a question*

*colleague isn't there, but should show up the next day according to his roommate*

*allaire doesn't know when exactly, during the day, F will actually be found behind his desk and thinks that asking him to come to her should rule out them missing each other again, especially since the folder with the relevant correspondence for the case is in her office*

*allaire writes an e-mail asking the following:*

"Hello F,
would you please come by my office tomorrow regarding the a/m case? Thank you."

Today:

*allaire receives an e-mail with the following text:*

"Hello allaire,
you may come here today."

*allaire fumes*

Who does F think he is? I'm neither his secretary nor his slave. Considering he turns up regularly in front of the building to smoke - which is just a short way from my office - I don't believe it'd be a hardship for him to walk a couple of feet to knock on my door. Furthermore, the condescending tone of the e-mail? Not appreciated.

*allaire mentally composes and discards several equally snotty answers*

*allaire finally decides on a compromise she can live with and answers him as follows:*

Hello F,
what, you can't simply pop by my office on the way back from your next cigarette break? ;-)
Please answer my question ...[details the question and lists the references to the relevant correspondence by name only instead of including the documents themselves]..."

Take that, moron! Good luck researching. Of course, I have all that shit printed out in a folder next to my desk, but if you won't come by in person, go comb through our filing system. Everything is in there, after all. It just requires a bit of searching.