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Originally Posted by legion
When I was an intern at a different company, there was one guy at the office who was notorious for his paranoid/controlling wife. In order to attend an after-work happy hour, he'd have to go to the hardware store over lunch, buy something, then call his wife late in the day and explain that he needed to swing by the hardware store on the way home. She would give him a time that he would have to arrive home by. He would then go to the happy hour, drink one beer very quickly, and proceed home.
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The former Mrs. Beard was a bit paranoid. She worked "late" on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which allowed me to have a beer with my work buddies. I had an hour drive and had to be home before she got home. As long as I was home before her, no issue. God forbid I arrive after her.
This really pissed-off my buddy, since about 6PM I would say "Gotta Go" and I would down the rest of my beer in one gulp.