I wonder why sometimes, and then I wonder other things, like is that dude that’s passed out wearing a medical bracelet? Oh snap, I better call 911! And I did. I am a good person. Maybe.
And to be fair, the shirtless guitar slinging dude is my co-worker, and as awesome as he is (honestly he plays the shit out of that guitar when he plays the hand-full of open mic nights up and down Sansom street), he unfortunately helps prove my point in this case.
9-5ers: Won’t you come back and end this mess? Or, at the very least, disguise it’s existence with your brief cases and pant suits. I’ve never truly appreciated your value until now. Thank you.