In my office's break room, someone has tacked to the frig one of those oft-forwarded emails about friendship. One of the items is "when you are sad, I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mt. Dew."
This line was the emulsifier for my gang. We are the Spider Monkey Lunch Forum. There are currently 8 of us in the gang. We have gang names for each other. We have a couple super secret gang signs. And, we have an initiation of a sort . . . you have to be willing to discuss in a loud, confident voice bodily functions in a public place.
Basically, we meet for lunch every day. We have just a few restaurants in town to select from because they haven't asked us to leave yet. One place has a table way in the back for us.
We lunch, support each other when shit goes down, celebrate triumphs, and come up with creative solutions for the various situations we find ourselves in on a week to week basis. We occasionally invite guests to join us . . . but most folks aren't up to the raunchy, loud, inappropriate conversations we carry on.
Being a member of the SMLF is one of those little niceties in life. And, they don't even realize they are being groomed to be my generals one day.
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