The Egg, the Giraffe and the Purple ribbon

- Are you gonna be at the office?
- Yes… maybe.. dunno. I have a training to otganize
- But are you gonna be at the office?
- Dunno… why?
- Nothin… maybe for a quick coffee at 3 or so
- Dunno (GEE, what is up with all the chasing and the questioning…?)

3 PM – Phone call to my desk from the reception:
- Ignacio, there is a delivery for you. Can you pick it up from here please?
- Sure no problem. (There must be some booklets I ordered last week, I thought to myself)
As I approach the reception I see 2 colleagues inspectioning what it looked like a gigantic transparent Easter egg. Laughing all “AH SO CUTE” sort of…
- Yes, I came to pick up the delivery – I said all excited about the brochures (This vendor DOES print fast, eh?)
- OK, this is your delivery – the new receptionist said, dramatically pointing to the egg.
- Jaw dropping; eyeballs popping out of the head. As I open and read the letter I turn red and match the colour of the teddy giraffe floating in the egg.



Thanks! I love you too… with the egg, and the giraffe! :)