The Arithmetic Mean

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Lupe sweeps the white powdered donut
crumbs near the slapdash coffee machine
every Monday morning through Friday

and unbeknownst to her manager
Lupe sneezes near random patrons
stopping to fill their coffee cups up.

No one knows that Lupe's a green card
member of Mensa working her way
nights at CalTech Pasadena

who tallies whenever customers say:

(a) God Bless You
(b) Salud
or (c) neither (a) nor (b) above

because of the burning stomach acid:

(a) from Susie with caller ID
(b) the boss from hell you hate
or (c) fucking (a) and (b) above.

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