My dad reminisced about a job he had in his early 20's that he became bored of because it involved too much routine. He and his fellow workers would leave work at 11:30am, buy a six pack of beer, divide it amongst themselves, and be back at work in under an hour.
My mom said, "Are you telling her to go out and drink?"
My dad said, "Hey, I'm just telling her that sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do".
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