at el*n o’clock in the morning, the most of the staff of garden centre they took the break and have a nice cup of tea or coffee in the staff tea room.
break time is short, just 10 minutes, but there is lots of news about the garden centre, uk, *n the world. it’s so interesting! the talking topics are broad. i’d like to talk with *rybody and *rybody would like to talk with me too, doesn’t matter whether i could understand them, or whether they can understand me. i n*r thinking the language is a *g barrier1 for communication.
before 2005 christmas day, somebody was talking about displaying the dunkables *scuits boxes on the shop floor, i just got the "dunkables", it sounded like ‘donkey2’ ball. suddenly i chimed in:
"donkey ball!? what’s the donkey? what’s the donkey ball? we sell donkey ball here, it’s so strange!"
*rybody burst3 out laughing, after that, the "donkey and donkey ball" was on *rybody’s lips4, we talked often about it.
one morning when i met tony, after we greeted each other, i asked him:
"where is your donkey ball?"
"i lost my donkey ball last night." he said.
"tony lost a donkey ball last night." become the latest news in the tea room and our garden centre that day.
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