The other week, we had a staff meeting at work, and I couldn't go to the first one, so I ended up going to the second meeting, a make-up one, where there weren't that many people at.
We were all kind of here and there in the room, and right before the meeting started while we were still waiting a bit to see if anyone else would arrive, I began eating a banana.
"Have-a, banana, have-a, banana," the resthome director started singing at me out of nowhere, to the tune of the Hava Nagilah (sp.?).
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
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