I Had To Do Friday…TWICE
Sometime between lunch break and quitting time on Thursday, I got it into my overworked brain that it was Friday. To bolster that misconception, I got caught up in a last-minute bit of business that carried me past the usual 5:00 exodus and when I left work there were no other cars in the lot, causing me to think, “Of course not; who would stay after 5 on a Friday?”
The wake-up bell didn’t ring until I got home and, in the process of grabbing my (almost) empty travel mug, managed to spill some remnant java on my pants. Pants. Not jeans. (Friday is jeans day at work).
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