The other week I was going into the gym on campus, and I said a chit-chatty hi to the gym gate attendant like I always do.
The gym gate attendant that day was this short kind of brown (white) (bro-ey) guy, and when I asked him how he was, he was not only like "Tired," but then he was like, "I was up way late last night because I had to go to the ER."
"I'm very sorry about that," I was like. "What happened?".
"Oh, it's no biggie," he was like. "I was moving furniture, and I gashed my leg."
"Ouch," I was like.
"Yeah, I had to go to the ER and everything," he was like. "Then, when I get home at four in the morning, I still have to move the furniture before I can go to bed. So, I'm tired."
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