Now that I think about it, I started working for the company shortly before I met Roger in 1985, and I left the company for the final time shortly after we got married in 1990.
Speaking of Roger, how could I have not married him after he and our friend Sally made this guy, affectionately known as The Screamer. I came into work one morning to find him hanging from the pipes over my cubicle, complete with a syphon tube and a can of Diet Coke strapped to his leg.
That's what I call courtship!
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I think he (she or it?) is screaming what I would scream having leapt from a plane forgetting my parachute ... "Oh ..."
Never mind.
Whatever happened to the ... ah, thing? LOL
Now that's love.
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