I'm a teacher so I have to teach but I have one more class and I will be damned if I am grading any papers afterwards. I will be at happy hour by four.
I made the mistake of ordering a beer at lunch, so that and the anticpation of game day tomorrow and I am pretty worthless for the rest of the afternoon.
I'm taking up space and uselessly using oxygen at 3:01, and working seriously on how to slip outta here without being seen. Happy hour, here I come, and I wanna talk some Longhorns!
He reminds me of the apartment mate/ owner of my apartment. I explained that stores were closed a couple of Sundays ago because it was "SUNDAY" and this is Buenos Aires.
Then I explained that stores would be closed the next day because it was a national holiday. He asked me "What Holiday?" I then explained Gen. San Martin's birthday. (basically their George Washington)
He didn't know. He responded "For me, everyday is a holiday."
He's a 36 year old Argentine that writes short stories, novels, & poetry... a.k.a. "Unemployed".