Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Zoe, Smell My Jar
A small jar showed up in the office. It had a few pens in it, so I threw the pens aside. I often throw things aside in the office. I put the jar on my desk and said to Zoe, "Zoe, smell my jar." She refused. I repeated this request at regular intervals throughout the day. All I got were a few giggles. Eventually, curiosity will drive Zoe to smell the jar. Probably when I'm not looking.
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Today, your day away from the unrelenting drudgery of this godforsaken office, Zoe picked up her hot pink plastic sea anemone and took a deep, purposeful whiff. She said nothing, but I was able to decipher her facial expression. She was fantasizing, "This pink sea anemone is H's jar."
I KNEW IT! Zoe smells everything she can get her nose on! She'll be smelling my jar in no time. I may hold her anemone for ransom. Price for anemone freedom: smell the jar.
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