In your line of work, workers were not treated well by our clientele. The limited amount of customer service smiles could only curb the monstrous entitlement or weeping wallets for so long….

Which meant a crash worthy of a demolition derby award every single morning once the clock ticked its last tok.

But your sheets were, agonizingly, no where near this comfortable.

Nor did you ever rest with, some extremely strong and defined arms wrapped around you, someone else beside you.

Fighting a rambunctious hangover and shimmying out of the stranger’s grasp, freedom was eminent!

And then your companion spoke up-

“Hey….Going to shower? Two’s a party, little drink. Want me to join you?”