It was late at night, you had a few drinks, you were trying to get over a breakup. So, you went to go drink.

You left the bar, and were going to head home, you were about to walk a crosswalk, but you didn’t look both ways before crossing.

Before you could start walking, you felt a strong grip on your upper arm, and were pulled back. You looked behind you to see, none other than your boss, Scaramouche.

“Watch where you’re walking, jesus.”