Last night was a long night at work. Long, stressful, and aggravating. A few coworkers started suggesting that we go for a drink or two or seven after work and I was looking forward to it, believe me. I finally got out of work an hour after I thought I would be free and headed to the bar, already debating if I should start with a beer or a shot and deciding on both. As we approached the bar, we could see a group of people standing outside. Not a good sign. As we walked up to the door, we could see inside and there was not a seat or spot available. Motherfuckers. I really want a beer, but I’m not going to stand around for five minutes to order one, and I’m not gonna stand for another five while I drink it. And if I can’t sit down with my drink at my bar, I’m not going to go in. Booze is nice, but so is being comfortable.
Critically Rated at 3/17
