So, one day, it’s cold as shit out.
Snowing in Houston, right?
The place I worked had really shitty air conditioning in the summer, but even worse heating for the rare true winter days.
Johnny shows up to work, and he’s got sandals and no socks on.
And it doesn’t take long for the chill to hit.
So, I go on break, walk to Macy’s, buy socks, and bring them back for Johnny.
The guy lights up like Christmas. Which, I guess, it was.
I’d hoped he’d tell that story over my coffin instead of me telling it over his.