Friday, February 17, 2017

Triscuits

I had a bad morning and really had complained liberally about it. To make myself feel better, I broke out some Triscuits and offered to share them with my co-workers.
Co-worker: You don't have any cheese. You have to have cheese with Triscuits.
Austin: You can have whine with them.
Co-worker: Oh, wine?
Me: Please no. He means whine, w-h-i-n-e. He'll start fake-bawling. I don't want to hear it.
It's sad that I know the man this well.

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