Shultzin’ It

When you go out with a couple of friends and work colleagues on a weeknight and run up a huge bar tab, then black out only to find yourself missing most of the next morning’s meetings and deciding to just blow off the rest of the day because you are hurting so much.

John didn’t show up for work. Last I heard, it was midnight and nobody has heard from him since. It’s almost noon. He must be Shultzin’ It.