Fooseball is the Devil

While making the usual chitchat with the Fedex guy (while I covered the front desk for the receptionist's lunch break), we did the usual Monday talk which consists of lamenting the shortness of weekends and the drowsiness that always accompanies Mondays. Then as he walked toward the door, he said, "Gonna go home and watch the game tonight?" Before thinking, I laughed and said, "Yeah. Totally."

Note to self: not everyone hates sports. Gotta manage that sarcasm.