So last night the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup. I was very much hoping for that. I watched the first period before I had to leave for work, then spent the beginning of the night doing work and intermittently sneaking out of the lab to check the score. When the game went final, I was thrilled. I let everyone know and maybe did a little happy dance, but it was hours before I could wipe the lunatic grin off my face.
Obviously, looking that happy in a factory is some kind of serious crime.
When Mr. G walked in, he gave me such a look of disgust that I actually said, "I'm sorry" before I realized that I was apologizing for smiling.
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