Since it’s a somewhat slow Friday, I had a sit-down lunch (instead of our usual takeaway lunches at our desks) with my work colleague at our company’s preferred neighborhood bar & grill. We tried going to our usual sit-down place, but it was closed for a private event.
My colleague said, “I guess it’s the season for holiday parties.” I said, Really? He said, “Apparently.” I said, Is something going on? He said, “I’ve been told that Christmas or somesuch is next week.” I said, Really? I guess I should do some Christmas shopping. He said, “Dude, until the end of the year, I’ve been spending money like a drunken sailor on shore leave…” I said, Like a drunken sailor on shore leave at a whorehouse. He said, “Where else would I spend my money?” And then we laughed and laughed.
Sure enough, he picked up the tab, natch.