Sometimes Bob went with his colleagues to happy hour

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Bassim

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Sometimes Bob went with his colleagues to happy hour, although he felt out of place. He would rather go straight home, but didn't want to appear henpecked. He hated to see his colleagues transform into yobs after a few drinks. Bob blushed when he heard them commenting on the size of waitresses' and other women's breasts and the length of their legs. The more they drank, the cruder and louder they became. Bob thought they were pathetic - the middle-aged man who were brave and self-confident while alcohol was flowing in their veins, but the next morning they would come to work silent like mice. They would sit for eight hours hunched over their tables or stare at the computers and didn't dare raise their voices. Then as soon as the weekend came, they would go to pubs and drink themselves into a stupor to escape the tedium of their existence for a few hours.
 
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Bob thought they were pathetic -- middle-aged men who were brave and self-confident while alcohol was flowing in their veins but the next day would go to work as quiet as mice.
 
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