Common Sense

The Evil Clerk emails me last night:

I tried calling you Saturday night to see if you wanted to take Sunday off, but I got something weird when your phone picked up. Later I heard you were over at Treff’s, ah, “four shots to the wind”, let’s say.

When I do something stupid, everyone hears about it.

The Evil Clerk emails me last night:

I tried calling you Saturday night to see if you wanted to take Sunday off, but I got something weird when your phone picked up. Later I heard you were over at Treff’s, ah, “four shots to the wind”, let’s say.

When I do something stupid, everyone hears about it.