I wonder if I have to claim Fantasy Football winnings on my taxes. PGP.

Depression from your team’s loss on Sunday violently colliding with your Monday depression. PGP.

Not sure if my shakes are coming from my hangover or my coffee. PGP.

Putting every hotel’s claim of “complementary” to the test. PGP.

The lady next to me has been talking about her gout for 20 minutes. PGP.

R.I.P. ’96 Ford Taurus. Hello public transportation. PGP.

Accidentally emailing a résumé and cover letter from your work email. PGP.

I’m too scared to leave the office because the CEO and CFO are having a conversation by my car. PGP.

“You’re getting paid with experience.” PGP.

Making eye contact through that gap in the stall door. PGP.