One of my relatives has job making stickers.
I didn’t know that until today.
It has to be, because I noticed that a family tradition has now been firmly affixed to a banana I bought.
Okay, not al that firmly, since I pried it off and stuck it on a postcard to send to Ms. Esther, at college.
I figure this was done covertly. In the middle of the night. By altering something at the sticker factory.
Of course, I could be wrong. It could have been a banana-packer.
Okay, probably not. It was probably a relative working in the produce department of the local grocery store. But a girl can dream…….
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