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Entertainment and Drama. You have to admit - one of the benefits of your job is the great stories you can tell your friends. So share your stories so we can all enjoy them.

Indeed, truth is stranger than fiction.

OK, to get us started, here's my "Carla" story. I worked with Carla three days each week, and every Tuesday I assisted her with grocery shopping. Carla viewed these excursions as a power trip, and often put items in the cart just to get a rise out of me. She would buy a sack of pears, apples or oranges, eat just one, and the next week throw the rest of them out. It was a common Tuesday afternoon for me to arrive at her apartment and throw out most of what she had bought the week before. Still, Carla and I enjoyed each other's company and we would share stories of our home life. Each fall I would tell her about my apple tree and its fabulous apples. Each fall she would say she wanted to visit my house and pick apples with me. I agreed that this was a fun idea. The third fall that I worked with Carla, the sun and the moon aligned, and we organized a trip to my house. It was a beautiful afternoon. I provided picking bags for everyone. I put lawn chairs under the tree so everyone could rest. I even served cold apple juice and warm applesauce. Everyone picked as many apples as they wanted, and Carla had a full bag. I congratulated myself that a good time was had by all. I made sure that everyone took home the exact bag of apples that they had picked. So, the next Tuesday, when I went to Carla's, I was chagrined to see that all of the apples were in her refrigerator, still in the bag. "Let me cut them up for you," I said. "Throw them out," she said. I was stunned. "They are wonderful apples and you picked them. You can't throw them out," I said. "Throw them out," she said. "I just can't understand that. For three years you have told me you wanted to go to my house and pick apples. And now you want to throw them out!"

"I said I wanted to go to your house and pick apples off your tree. I never said I wanted to eat them," she said.

She was right. I had failed to listen, really listen to what she had said.

Now it is your turn.

Email me your story. ddstaff at doc3design.com.