Drinking On the Job... Well, Sort Of

I went out to lunch today with a coworker. I usually go to my apartment for lunch but when asked if I'd like to go to lunch at a little Italian restaurant, the idea of a sub sandwich suddenly wet my appetite. We left work before noon so we would be sure to get a booth.

Anyway, my coworker ordered a glass of beer as a lunchtime drink. I do not like the idea of drinking alcohol during work hours, or even during the middle of the day, but a glass of red wine sounded pretty good alongside a submarine sandwich. I have never consumed an alcoholic beverage during working hours. I must admit that I felt both a bit guilty for drinking that early in the day, and somewhat concerned for returning to work slightly under the influence. Now many hours later, I can see there was never any reason to worry. No one noticed. In fact, by mid afternoon I had forgotten all about the glass of wine.

Oddly, as I write this entry into my goofball blog, I remember once having a beer during lunch while in high school. Come to think of it, it might have been pretty near exactly eleven years ago. I recall a fellow student had a six pack in his car and a couple of  us partook in some noontime beverages. We hunched down behind the car in the parking lot, out of sight of the school windows, and gulped warm beer. I was not a particularly unruly student by any stretch of the imagination, but for a few minutes I felt like a real rebel.