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Every day is a new challenge, especially at work. This morning I come in, early as usual, and put all my things in order. I get out a notepad and a black pen. I turn on the computer and wait for the ancient machine to boot up. I switch off "night ring," which doesn't seem to do anything anyway. And then I see them. Hanging off the branches of a scrubby shrub in our courtyard, there is a pair of underwear. Boxer briefs, to be exact. They are navy blue with a white elastic band, and they are fluttering slightly in the breeze. I stare at them, bewildered. What are they doing in our courtyard? I am still staring at them, perplexed, when the office manager walks in. "Good morning," she says. "What's up?" I just point to the underwear, unable to put the idea into words. "Oh, I bet those belong to the guy upstairs." She seems unconcerned. I give her a quizzical look. "He's crazy," she explains. Ah. It all begins to make sense. There is a crazy man living in an apartment above our office, raining down underwear. But that doesn't make any sense. Why would he only throw down one pair of undies? Did they accidentally fall out the window? What is the real explanation here? I ponder these mysterious shorts as the office manager moves back towards her office. The phone rings and someone tells me to clean the place up; an important meeting is taking place today. I tell the office manager, who tells the newbie to tidy up the courtyard. He goes outside and spies the knickers. "Ew!" He goes off in search of a stick, which he uses to lift the underwear and transport it to a trash can. I just watch this ludicrous scene, laughing hysterically.
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