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Today, Steven brought a bunch of really juicy mangoes from the tree that he has in his yard. Before lunch time, he walked around the office giving them out to all of the ladies, letting them pick the ones that they wanted to take home. Genie was very proud of her particularly juicy mangoes and came into our front office and showed us how beautiful they are. I could see the mischievous fire in Laura’s eyes burning bright. I knew that she was up to something, her mind was certainly ticking.

Along with the mangoes that Genie brought into our office to show us, she also brought a bundle of papers that she had to fax out. When she was turned toward the copy machine, Laura snatched her precious mangoes from the table behind Genie and hid them underneath her desk. Genie walked out with her mind set on the client whose papers she was holding, and we did not hear from her for about ten minutes. Laura and I were preparing brochures for tomorrow, when Genie storms into our office, her eyes bolting this way and that, picking up papers then putting them back, moving things this way and that. Laura stared at Genie like she was crazy, even though we both knew what she was looking for.  “Have you guys seen my mangoes?” Laura and I stared at her blankly, we could not understand what she was saying due to her heavy Creole accent, I love this about her though. Eventually, Genie found her mangoes, and was so happy that they were in her possession again that she forgot to scold Laura about tricking her into thinking that it was Genie’s own carelessness that made her lose them.

Carmen wore a very sparkly shirt to work today. By lunch time, half of the sparkles had fallen off all around her desk and her lap. As boredom usually causes the ladies in this office to get restless, Carmen and I were particularly restless. We came up with a tiny idea that wound up affecting half of the people in this office. Carmen called me in and showed all of the loose sparkles to me, she told me to gather them up and sprinkle them on Laura’s desk. Well, I was going to do this but I decided to make small tape loops and stick the sparkles on them. Let me just put it this way: by the end of the work day, most of the people downstairs were walking out of the door with sparkle tape loops attached to their hair, backs, pants, shoulders, almost everywhere. The funny thing was that nobody knew that the joke was on them, they all thought that the joke was on the person walking in front of them. By the time that we got on the train, they were lined up picking the loops off of each other. No one bothered picking the small sparkle loop attached to my back, so really, the joke was on me!

(Pictures coming soon.)

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