The Atlanta Dream team came and visited us at work
today. I don’t know what it is about mascots, but they make me nervous. I love
them (Example: SPIKE) but they make me nervous. First the Hawk gestures to
shake my hand and then pulls his hand away from me. As if he’s so hilarial,
that’s shit my dad pulls on people and he's OLD. After he finishes laughing at me, he comes
in for another and, I’m such a sucker, he does it AGAIN! Just the same, I fall for that every time with my Daddio. Ok enough is enough
Mr. Hawk; we get it you’re so funny…finally he poses for a picture with me.
A co-worker and myself want to get our picture
taken with the team so we head to the line. Just my luck, Mr. Hawk is there! I
try to get out my phone to take a picture of him with my co-worker and my
clumsy ass, for some reason, can’t get a grip on my phone and I spill my lemonade
all over myself and in my hair. Let me tell you something, I worked to damn
hard on my hair this morning to get sticky lemonade in it (now it’s up and it’s
staying up). I was so embarrassed and everyone laughed while Mr. Hawk grabbed
my lemonade. Too late Mr. Hawk it’s already all over me, but thanks. FAIL!
It
was a fun day however. Nothing beats a FREE lunch and getting away from your
desk for an hour. And even with all my nervousness the pictures came out pretty
good.
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