We went to a taco place yesterday afternoon for a brief company outing/late lunch. Everyone went home at 4pm except for the shipping guy who said he was staying for “one beer with the bartender”. Given that he finally crawled into work at 11 am, I have attached an artist’s interpretation of what probably happened last night. We are all taking turns sneakily honking the horns on forklifts whenever he’s nearby. Good times :)