The Decade

“I think we deserve a ‘re-mod.’” I said decisively.

My co-workers and I were remarking on the fact that the retail store we worked for had been constructed 10 years ago this summer, and that there remained a few of us (numbering almost 2 dozen) who had been employed there from the beginning...

“You know how the store itself got a ‘re-mod’ last year, and every thing was refreshed and updated? Well, that’s what we need. A makeover. A new wardrobe...” I smiled, “A day at the spa, a new hairstyle...”

“A facial!” laughed the OTC department manager.

“Yes!” I exclaimed with a smile, “And a gym membership! After 10 years don’t you think you deserve it?”

We laughed, knowing that when the ‘10-year pins’ were doled out, that would be the sum of it.

“But y’know what we should do...” I was just full of ideas that morning, “We, the 10 year folk, should rent a bar for an evening and throw a party. We can invent a mixed drink and name it after ourselves! Call it ‘The Decade’ or something like that...”

An amusing interlude. Then we, the faithful and dutiful, went back to work.
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