I had a pretty bad headache at work the other day.
Being the tough man that I am, I resolved to get through my day without dealing with it.
It was the weekend, however, and the poker room was busy. I was going into overtime. And the headache got worse, as headaches do.
I needed Tylenol in a bad way.
I asked around, and none of the ladies I worked with happened to have any in their purses.
- Five or six people to walk by with smirks on their faces.
- Someone from Wardrobe to come out to see what was going on.
- Me to eat the Tylenol.
|This is what five quarters and forty-eight nickels looks like.|