“Now what do we do? I know. Who's for going down the pub to celebrate? We can't get pissed, but we'll get bloody close.”
In the corridor at work, Geoff turned his head to see who was talking so loudly. He wasn't at all surprised to see it was the burly, overweight bloke from Support Services, surrounded by his mates, all with equally large beer guts. It was rumoured he never did a thing. Just sat in his cubby hole and ate, drank, and gossiped with anyone who passed by.
That Wednesday was