We had this extremely cheesey centerpiece at our house in RP – some faux grapes in a basket.   It always got dusty, and it always got moved off the table so we could actually use the kitchen table.   G tried eating them, then quickly called bullshit and spit it out.   If only the maids andor renters would have stolen this!   So instead of tossing it, I brought it home and put it on one of the kitchen tables at the break room in the office.   then I worked at home, then it was the weekend, then I called in sick.   Soooooooo, almost a week later and they are still there providing class and domesticity to our otherwise sterile lunch room.

Beckie was convinced the cleaning staff would pitch them.   No no no! The cleaning staff doesn’t touch anything not explicitly labelled “basura.”   Co-workers are just as bad, well, actually good in that NO ONE here will throw out anything.   I’ve left my coffee mug and water bottles in the kitchen for days only to find them when I return from vacation.   Damn I have seen boxes of cake get demolished over the course of the day, but the sad sonofabitch who eats the last piece leaves the box to sit on the table until…the cleaning crew arrives, has a job-related dilemna, and then finally puts a merciful end to the lonely, icing-laden box.

Will the centerpiece last until the move in spring? I am betting so.