Her being "salty" at work had been a joke for 5 or 6 years and I got it in burgundy in honor of Burgundy Tuesday at the office. In turn, she had bought a sweatshirt that said "NOPE", her feisty response to my vacation requests and bids to go home early. My wife had found my shirt in the dryer and assumed it had something to do with her which resulted in a late night spat. Uff da!
My boss and fellow co-worker consoled me as best they could that evening and I vowed to sample a Tri-Pepper next time it was on offer.
Next time arrived this week as we met out the Great Dane once again and, this time, the Tri-Pepper Pils was on tap.


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