I angle myself in my seat – an acknowledgement that I really am in this meeting to listen to the AGENT from the company. A tedious task for me and the speaker, to be sure. From my shifted position, I can now see the CHART. I can also see hair, the color of deeply brown TOAST pulled back in a long PLAIT, drawing my eye down a tweed jacket. Who is this person? Is this the new hire in sales? Distracted from the talk (not going to lie, I really didn’t care), I begin to plot how I can meet this tweedy person with the gorgeous hair.

Georg’ann

There was no PAUSE, we jumped right in. It had been awhile since we’d done a proper PRANK and this one seemed harmless enough. We’d set out to POACH eggs in the PLAZA, selling them as if we were doing a fundraiser for our school, then take our earnings and to the movies. Wearing PLAID skirts, our hair done in a simple PLAIT, we looked the part.

Unfortunately the plaza we chose was one where my mother happened to be meeting a business colleague for coffee. She was not amused. And did not later accept that she could have spared herself embarrassment by simply ignoring that she knew us. She was not open to our opinion, though I’m fairly certain her colleague was trying to suppress a hearty laugh.

Heather