My boss just wished me a happy St. Patrick's day as we passed in the hall. "Going out celebrating tonight?" she called out.
"Oh, well, you know, probably."
"I bet you celebrate every night!" she trilled gaily as she walked away.
In a step and half, I realized, My boss thinks I'm a fucking drunk.
Sláinte, y'all.
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