Banter was my oldest friend. Day after day, banter was there for me. Like the glue that held my work day together, banter was the centerpiece of workplace lunches. Banter sat behind me as a greeted my fellow colleagues each morning. Banter appeared in my inbox.
But banter has left my life, for better or worse. Banter could not travel to this fine country of Rwanda with me. I'd hate to point fingers *cough* language barrier *cough* but I can no longer bond with my colleagues. I can no longer arrive at work and pepper the day with inside jokes. I can no longer see banter bouncing between people like a ping pong ball of joy. We are all suffering as a result.
We must mourn banter today. A long lost friend. A sacrifice to culture shock. A relic of a golden age.
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Just so you know, Jorden and I regularly interject a Hoppity Birthday at random moments. Homage du Kim.
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