Cashier asked if I have a sick kid at home as I purchased a Pedialyte.

Constantly living in a state of “Am I hungover or just very tired?”

Getting dethroned from using the secret bathroom that you thought everyone in the building forgot about.

Nothing says “late twenties” like mid-sex cramps.

I’ve been at work for an hour and I have yet to do anything remotely productive.

Looking out the office window to see if your boss’s car is gone before ducking out early.

There’s a Pedialyte in the break room fridge.

Typed “lunch” in an iMessage and my predictive text immediately brought up “beer.”

Worked from home and fell asleep during a conference call. No one noticed.