Human Resources warned us: “Chris isn’t feeling well.”
Instead of his usual attire, Chris came into the office wearing a loincloth and feathered headdress, and he tapped my desk with a golden scepter.
“KNEEL BEFORE CHRISOCOATL!” he boomed.
I figured what the heck, so I kneeled.
“ARE YOU VENTURING TO THE STAGS OF THE STAR?”
Stags Of The Star? Stags…
Starbucks?
“I will journey forth and bring back plenty,” I said.
By the time I got back with everybody’s coffee order, he’d torn the heart out of the receptionist.
I took five bucks from her purse to cover her double-latte.
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Bucks
Sasha came from Russia to be a nanny. She worked for people with bucks. She liked bucks and decided she would never go home to St. Petersburg. Instead, she would find a man with bucks and marry him. And that she did.
Sasha had one child, then two.
Mr. Bucks wasn’t making so many of them, and Sasha thought of leaving. Then Mr. Bucks got a job with Facebook. They paid him in stock options, but that didn’t make Sasha too happy at first. Then the IPO was announced. They are building a vacation home and welcomed baby number three.