The morning after

Bob woke up after the annual office Christmas party with apounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recallthe events of the preceding evening. After a trip to thebathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife put somecoffee in front of him.“Louise,“ he moaned, „tell me what happened last night. Was itas bad as I think?““Even worse,“ she said, her voice oozing scorn. „You made acomplete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonizing theentire board of directors and you insulted the president ofthe company, right to his face.““He’s an idiot,“ Bob said. „Piss on him!“ „You did,“ came thereply. „And he fired you.““Well, screw him!“ said Bob. „I did. You’re back at work onMonday.“