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Under the buzz of weary fluorescent lighting and over the "stand-up" station cubicle dividers someone business-professional-ly hollered, "Don't be a stranger."

I looked to the bright yellow flowers of the potted plant sitting on my desk, an empty thank you! notice conspicuously sticking out of the dirt, then down at the bar coded sticker that still remained on the over sized yellow (and loud) cellophane wrapped around the plastic pot. "How do I reply to that?"

"OK." managed to stumble out of my mouth just to end an awkward silence that, in a world of Excel sheets and deadlines, seemed to be going on for too long. She was busy, I could tell, because she's always busy. That and because she was hollering at me from over the divider where I could barely see the top of her head, maybe even the rims of her glasses. It takes all of two seconds to come around to where I sit.

So, I stopped working for a minute to add onto my rubber band ball and to think. What does that phrase even mean?

I didn't come to any kind of conclusion but apparently I have agreed to "not be a stranger".

I hope I succeed.

taggerty

Ok, I admit it...

I've been hiding behind the facade that I understand how "tag"-ing works in the world of blogs.

The truth is, I don't.

If it has anything to do with the process of picking recess soccer teams during elementary school then I doubly don't know how it works.

But I'm glad I have friends that do.

So here goes.

Six Random Things About Yourself

1. I eat and enjoy condiment sandwiches.
2. Apparently, I have an accent that no one can place.
3. Mayonnaise.... bleh.
4. "Groceries" is a difficult word to say.
5. I saw a solar eclipse once when I was younger, you know, through a pinhole in a 3x5 card. Neat. I'm waiting for the next one.
6. The Mustard Museum is actually a store... not a museum. Oh, that's not about me, but it's a useful piece of information nonetheless.