It happened when my boss brought two little gag voodoo dolls and a box of straight pins into our office, and hung them in the employee lounge. They were featureless little gingerbread shaped boy and girl figures with all sorts of innocuous maladies stenciled where various body parts would have been: like “not-tonight-headache”, “halitosis”, “pain…
Confession of a Recovering Mambo By Jackie Maugh Robinson
