Everyone has a blender, but I doubt they get the mileage out of it that we do. Conversation when I got home today:
Dennis: “There’s a drink in the fridge for you.”
Me: “Cool. What is it?”
Dennis: “It’s best if you don’t know.”
I proceeded with caution, and was rewarded- I’d have guessed a
milkshake of some kind, but it was a little thin for that. Nonetheless,
I enjoyed it, despite my initial reservations.
I like coming in to work and discovering that all my shifts for the
next week have been changed. What’s worse than that is, I can’t really
object to any of them. I blame society.