After kissing my amazingly gorgeous, one-day-past-due-date pregnant wife and filling my water bottle with some orange juice, I stepped into the hall, locked the door, and made my way to the far staircase. As I approached the second floor landing, the stairwell door opened and an attractive young woman holding a more-than-half-empty jug of Vodka joined me in the stairwell, at 7 AM. The final clue is that her car was not parked in a regular parking space, but parked right in front of the building. And there wasn't anyone waiting for her, she was the driver. Your guess is as good as mine.
And then...As my wife pointed out to me, I should have offered up my orange juice for a round of screwdrivers.
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