I went to work in the night shift for the first time after a short vacation. In the morning, my colleague heartily congratulated me on the wedding with a modest present. While I was driving home, I was glad that in some centuries I took from work something other than depression and hellish lack of sleep.
The first question of my husband, with a disbelief looking at how pleased I get out of my bag a bottle of wine and a pack of candy:
Were you really at work?