Back scratching

One of my colleagues entered my office the other day.
"Oh, Ficali," he sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"Oh, crikey. What did I do now?!"
"Did you know I normally hide my laptop in your office, under your desk?"
"Erm, no..." I was puzzled. "But that's okay, you know I wouldn't mind something like that."

He shook his head, sighing again.
"It's just that, with all your boots and shoes there now, I have to do a lot of fumbling around just to get my laptop each day."
"Oh." I was mortified.

"Erm," I continued, "I'd rather you didn't tell everyone about my shoe collection."
"And I'd rather you didn't tell everyone about my laptop."

"Perfect, then," and we shook on it.