On Wednesday I was running late for Pizza-n-Teevee Night at E’s, and didn’t have time to go home first and change out of my cube monkey uniform. I bitch to him about this over the phone before I leave the office, and tell him I may need to borrow a t-shirt and possibly sweatpants.

When I arrive I find a selection of t-shirts piled on the pizza box, keeping the pizza warm and giving the t-shirts a just-from-the-dryer toastiness.