Ah, the husband…the poor guy is still recovering from a particularly rough night. His evening started out well enough. He left home early, long before his shift started, to enjoy a leisurely meal with an old friend. But eventually it was time to go to his first job of the evening. The crapass one he’s been enduring for two years, for the kickass benefits (health insurance coverage for the whole family, no premiums, no copayments). He doesn’t have quite enough seniority, yet, to entirely escape the shit work. Thus he and a co-worker were tasked with a thankless chore…re-wrapping leaky or damaged packages…some of which, apparently, contained dead cats and hardcore pornography DVDs. Thankfully the husband was responsible for the latter, and those packages weren’t leaking, but still.
