You pull up at Ballie Ballerson just in time to see Kev from Sales get escorted from the ball pit for attempting a belly flop and landing on someone from finance. They’re sat outside with a broken nose waiting for an ambulance. Oh God, you think, is this really what we’re doing tonight? Do you:
A) Remain at Ballie Ballerson?
B) Text your work wife and see if there’s an alternative option?