I was sitting on the bus heading down to Denver after workish last Friday. After a little bit, the guy one row up and on the other side of the bus breaks out a brown bag. I start laughing a little. He pulls out a beer and starts drinking it. I thought people eventually grew out of drinking on the bus, well, I might not, but whatever. I felt bad for the guy. He kept twirling his wedding band like he was thinking about the wife at home who won't let him enjoy a beer. Damn, I promise I'll never be that sort of wife, EVER!!
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