suicide by ribbon

this morning i woke with chagrin and a bitter thought about why it was so hard to wake up and drag myself to work. it was 52 in my room and that probably didn't help. for the first hour it's like night and the store has that deserted feeling- so i brought my manicure kit, sat in a blind spot and made my nails pretty. it's all about finding ways to steal time- you'd be surprised how dirty my hands get though i bravely lotion and buff and scrub... and then of course there was this:
i think this plush toy had second thoughts. in fact he was the saddest of them all really. the rest all have these stupid grins on their faces. the inv.manager came over to me and said go see what happened to your plush toys... and then i saw them all, dangling, hanging still and quiet in their perfectly formed nooses, over the information desk with a suicide note pinned to big bird that went something like: bcs so and so is leaving and it's his last day at work we've decided this is the only solution... big bird and co. out. i don't know what sort of relationship he had with them or why they felt so compelled, but i guess there's this whole other life going on after i leave at 2. and this guy, whoever he was, made an impression on them. now he's gone forever into the eather but he left us with this as a testament to his passing, and i guess his existence, while he was here, he wanted us to know...

(we got them all down before the customers came.)