Eventually, I decided I should go anyway, so I headed downtown. I figured I knew what bar they'd be at, and I could meet them.
I showed up, saw someone I recognized but didn't know very well. She saw me, so, being Jesse the Shy Scared Guy, I went back to the bus stop and eventually back home.
I know what you're thinking "Jesse drinks again?!".
I just figured if I hung with some coworkers, I wouldn't be so scared to go back to work.
I was going to just say "I have a cold, and the medicine I am taking doesn't mix with alcohol."
Damnit. Damnit to hell. What a waste of a dollar sixty!
Someone hand me a whiskey sour. Or some bath tub gin. Or a used bar towel.