One of the girls I work with came in looking absolutely fucked today. It was obvious that she’d had a big night. I saw her sneak to the bathroom at least three times before midday. I sat alongside her in the lunchroom and offered my sympathies: “I feel like shit as well,” I said. “Far too much scotch for a Wednesday night.”
“Really?” she asked, somewhat surprised. “You look normal.”
“I guess that’s one of the few advantages of my haggard appearance,” I laughed. “When you’re hungover no one even notices.”
The girl quickly ran off to the toilet.
“Really?” she asked, somewhat surprised. “You look normal.”
“I guess that’s one of the few advantages of my haggard appearance,” I laughed. “When you’re hungover no one even notices.”
The girl quickly ran off to the toilet.