When I was leaving my lunch shift, the stairwell to the parking garage smelled like fresh, tropical pineapple-- a confusing yet pleasant surprise.
At the middle school, we attempted to raffle off an absurdly huge chocolate bunny in a wicker basket. We called out numbers in vain, and by the time we announced a number someone could claim, one of the students had stolen the prize. I laughed about it in the back of the cafeteria as my boss preaches into a microphone, "Whoever took that bunny needs to give it back!"
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