As a perennial Girl Scout, I am honor bound to speak the truth, as evidenced in the following exchange with The Boss when I arrived for work on Sunday.
The Boss: Hi, Wiggles. How are you?
Wiggles: Hi. Um, last night I had some medical marijuana fudge and I’m still sorta wasted.
The Boss: Okay.
He is unflappable, I’ll say that for him.
Somehow, not only did I manage to wait on customers, assess the quality (or lack thereof) of their gold & silver, field phone inquiries, and generally behave like a working girl, but, for the very first time, I balanced the bank to the penny.
Guess I oughta show up high more often.