Cheesy
I got to my office before the sun was even up. I just knew today was the day some dame would sashay through my door needing my help with some heavy problem.
The large leather chair creaked under my weight as the sun began to brighten the room. The clock was tick…tick…ticking behind me, but the phone remained silent.
I doodled aimlessly on the pad in front of me and decided to pour myself a drink. Hair of the dog.
My temples were pounding something fierce. I drained it.
Decided to pour myself another…
And another…
And another…
Just then I heard the distinctive sound of heels in the hallway toward my office.
Finally!
I got to my feet as the world swayed a little. I took a few steps as the door opened.
It was my lucky day! Two beautiful women stood before me…
“How can I assist you today?”
I held out my hand and the floor rushed up to meet me…
The giggles were harsh against my splitting head…
“What a joke! The sign on your door should read Private Drunk!”
I let the floor soothe my battered ego as those heels clicked their way back into the hall…
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