thinking around the clock of drinking on the job

Thanks to a couple of fortunate circumstances, I now don't have to work this weekend at all, as opposed to not getting any days off. Works for me. (Hah! Get it?)

At work on Friday, while I was hosing down the sidewalk (glamourous, I know), this girl was getting dropped off by her husband/boyfriend/pimp, whoever, and proceeded to makeout for a good 10 minutes.
My first thought was that it was kind of strange and out of place. Hell I almost hosed the car. Of course that quickly changed to a moment of jealously, and not of him exactly, because all I saw of the girl was the back of her head. But you know what I mean.
I'm such a sap.

I thought I had more to say, but apparently that's it. I'm hungry for grilled cheese now, curses!