I had to work all evening on Valentine’s Day, which is just as well because I didn’t have a date to take anywhere anyway.
Misery loves company, so I should have been comforted at work knowing my coworkers were the same as I, either loveless or kept from love.
One of them in particular, seemed to be taking the whole night pretty rough, and Jay, we’ll call him that, subjected the rest of us to about eight solid hours of whining, sniveling and muffled sobbing. Finally to shut him up, I said that after work we’d both go to a bar and drink until we forgot what today was. He reluctantly agreed and told me I’d be driving.