Before I discovered the Vicks Action 500 to help me with the horrible headache and cold I’d suffered as a result of my topless gallivantings over the weekend, I just had to go take rest. Unable to do any work (don’t laugh), and dog-tired and Mehican-drowsy, I needed 40 or so winks to recover.
Headed straight for the (men’s) sick-room that the cubicle-farm I work for provides for such emergencies. Kicked of the hush-puppies and off to lala land on the nice double bed. Aaahh..
Until, well, some other poor soul comes along, kicks off his huppies and lies down besides me. Really, it is disconcerting to share a bed with a stranger, even if ill. And to hear the door open again and again, probably with half the office checking out which 2/3 sick (sic) folks are getting it on there. So I did the cowardly thing and high-talied it home, where at least I know that no arbitrary person is going to creep in and sleep in my bed while I am there.
(Exception for Goldilocks of course)
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