Janet was bouncing in her seat. “Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! I can’t believe that happened!” She snatched up her purse and keys and stood up. “We should do something! We should do something!”
All that was left of the sobbing woman was a few traces of poorly erased mascara. “We should celebrate! We should plan another! If we can pull one more before the end of the year, Brollish might make her leave the skirt off! She might have to wear them in the Fall!”
My Amazon friend looked almost manic. She’d gone from sobbing over divorce and a bad review to a little kid winning a prize at a carnival game, all because she’d played a part in getting a coworker diapered.