Friday night was not the best of nights.
A relationship that has survived for years came to an abrupt end.
It has left me heartbroken, sick to my stomach, and more than a bit tearful.
The two of us had been through thick and thin, ups and downs, and were as close as close could be, but…
It’s time for both of us to move on. Our relationship has become irreparable.
You see last night at work something happened that set this course to its natural conclusion.
I bent down to grab a 30 pack of Busch Light for a customer and this happened…
That’s right, Mr. Happy Pants split. He was already tattered prior to this, but this was the last straw, or in this case, last thread.
I am sickened and grieving that I can no loner ensconce myself in him for we have been together for a dozen plus years.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. Rest well, Mr. Happy Pants, rest well.
On a lighter note, I finally did it. I got a picture of the Beer Mine’s favorite Boris Karloff looking, old curmudgeon…
Ladies and Gentlemen, you know him; you love him. Bagwine’s own, Gary!!
Yes indeed. And as you can see, I actually got the old bastard to smile.
Of course he still had to parse another pearl of sarcasm upon me Friday night.
Boris/Gary: What’s that up around your neck?
Me: What are you talking about?
Boris/Gary: It looks like your asshole.
Boris/Gary: Well, everything else in this Drive-Thru is higher than hell so I thought your asshole would be up there too.
I so love that man. And as I will be working 11-9 today, I will undoubtedly get to listen to him more than a couple of times today.
Enjoy your Saturday, and as always…