When you're here, you're family

Tonight I showed up for work and my manager said he couldn't let me work with the shirt I had on because it was too dirty. My Olive Garden just received a sanitation grade of 77, which may explain why they care about how clean my shirt is all of a sudden. My manager said I could either go buy another shirt or take the night off, to which I said 'peace out'. Financially this may not have been the best decision, but my friend Bryon was in town from Detriot and I figured I could get a head start on hanging out with him, so I did.