So I went on a business trip last week, all the way to the west coast, for a one-hour meeting.
When I was told that the destination was Rockaway Beach, it sounded like a timely spring break, one that God was awarding me for being a good boy this winter. so i packed my sunblock (spf 10), bathing suit, goggles, breach reading, sunglasses, and even after-sun lotion. I was ready to party.
Unfortunately, it didnt stop raining for one moment the whole time we were there. As much as i like the beach, i dont normally lounge out in the rain.
And even if the weather had been better, we didn't have time anyway. We arrived at the hotel at midnight and I jumped to bed immediately. The next morning, we woke up for a 9am meeting, which, as I have mentioned, lasted an hour. The moment the last slide of our presentation ended, my co-worker dragged me in the car and floored the gas, and it looked like we were going in the direction away from the ocean
"Wait, what happened to going to the beach?"
"Maybe next time. Let's go or we will miss our flight."
I love business trips.








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