I walked into the break room today to see Craig playing around with little scraps of red construction paper, then Sara came in and saw Craig playing around with little scraps of red construction paper. Apparently the paper was hers, and apparently the scraps weren’t really scraps but pieces she had cut out into actual shapes.
“Why are you making flowers?” she asked Craig.
“Why are YOU making cocktail wieners?” Craig retorted.
“You’ll see,” Sara said, mysteriously.
“Uh, I don’t want to see,” I cut in, shielding my eyes.
“And there go the flowers,” Craig said, easing away from the table.
“Yeah, hands off my wieners,” Sara agreed.
“That’s what she said,” Mike interrupted, laughing.
Then I was laughing. Then we all were laughing. There’s nothing like little cocktail wieners to unite a group of disparate souls into a cohesive unit. It turns out Sara was merely making a poster board game for the cashiers to play, having a Thanksgiving food theme. I’m not sure how cocktail wieners fit into a Thanksgiving food theme, but I’m a vegetarian so I guess I wouldn’t. Everyone else seemed to understand right away, though, so I shut my mouth and just nodded along.
Which was okay, because today was a good day, wieners and all.
Sam
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