... can be replenished with wine, Antoinette.
It's Labor Day America, or Labour Day for you ostentatious Canadian types. A day set aside for the working man to celebrate the end of summer, and a last chance to spill bbq sauce on white clothing, Speedos, or those oh so hip seersucker suits. It's also a day designed by those money grubbing capitalists to get their money spent on wages back by offering up a whole plethora of labor day sales... everything is marked down. So grab your atm card, or your parents' for those of you too busy protesting statues, school names, capitalism and the fact that there seems to be "climate" every day and then recording your efforts with your iphone and selfie stick to go out and get a job. (Warning: To you Johnny Cash, man in black fans who seem to be everywhere these days, I don't think Vineyard Vines clothes or Big Baller Brand sneakers come in all black). And I don't want to belabor (belabour) the point, but why does it seem the most dangerous place to be is standing next to someone carrying a no hate sign? Hmm, that's ironic. Anyway, before you get triggered remember that you don't have to work today... so lay down that "love trumps hate or I'll kill you" sign and selfie stick, put away your work boots, throw some spareribs on the grill, and celebrate the persevering and hard working man (or wo-man, or any other prefix or suffix you choose) by uncorking a bottle of wine. Avoid laborious chitchat, lugubrious company, and dolorous musings on Bernie... and instead invite your neighbors (neighbours) to share your wine and celebrate the things we can all agree upon... the return of football, harvest time in the vineyard, the collective good will shown in helping our fellow Texans, and to the hope that Lil Kim (DPRK version) will choke on his kimchee surrounded by people unfamiliar with Henry Heimlich. And for those of your unfortunate in that you have to work today, make sure you grab your last Paycheck before you tell your boss, Johnny...You better not try to stand in my way, 'Cause I'm walkin' out the door. Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more.
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