So, the New Random Mail Guy approached my desk this morning, a basket of yellow daisies in his hand.
“Excuse me, are you Cha Cha?”
I eye the flowers. I am instantly thrilled and taken aback. “Yes.”
New Random Mail Guy eyes me with disdain. “These aren’t for you. They’re for Karen and she isn’t at her desk. Will you sign for them?”
Dear New Random Mail Guy,
You suck ass.
Love,
Cha Cha
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