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“So here’s a list of what is and isn’t compostable,” Mary said as she passed out an information sheet.

“Cool, are beer cans compostable? I’ve got a ton of ‘em under my desk,” John said. He’s the cool co-worker everyone seeks approval from.

Everyone laughed.

A second passed.

“Are tissues compostable?” I asked.

“Actually, they are, Lee,” Mary replied. “Good question.”

“Cool. Because sometimes I use them to dry my tears whenever I feel really sad about stuff and my sleeve is already soaked,” I said.

No one said anything.

“I have beer cans under my desk too!” I shouted.

I didn’t think the room could get any quieter.

“I WANT TO COMPOST MY SADNESS AND THEN GO LIVE IN A TREEHOUSE LIKE THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON AND ONLY THEN WILL I BE HAPPY!” I screamed.

I was wrong about the room not getting any quieter.

I just laughed harder than I have in days.