On my out of my apartment building this morning, I run into an older guy carrying a laundry bag.
“Looks like a beautiful day out there,” he says.
“You going to work?”
What am I Jeff Lebowski? “Sure am,” I say.
“That’s a sure way to spoil a good day,” he says. “Or as my father liked to say, ‘Work is the curse of the drinking class.’”
My Old Man would have raised his glass and gotten a chuckle out of that one.
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