There’s always a line at the microwave come lunch time. While waiting, my coworker began pouring her glass of soda…the highlight of her day. I apologized for hogging the microwave and then…
Her: Oh, no rush. I’m just going to sit her and sip on my soda like an old alcoholic lady.
Me: Don’t go knocking old alcoholic ladies.
And then I told her the LONG story that maybe once I quit being horrified by it, I might share here.
I’ll just leave you with this:
Well, that wasn’t one of my finer moments!