I was busy working the automated postage thing (which should definitely be nominated as one of the most brilliant inventions ever! love that thing).
Every few seconds, I was looking over to monitor G. He was just hanging out with me.. until the final time I looked over and saw him drinking from a Dunkin Donuts coffee cup that was not ours!
Just thinking about it makes me want to gargle antiseptic.
Technically, I'm sure that you could've survived without me sharing the story, but somehow I feel better knowing that I'm not alone in being disgusted.
((Look at that. I just happened to have the perfect accompanying photo on hand. And G really is wearing that same sweatshirt today. The sweatshirt of doom, apparently.))
