The names have been changed to protect the innocent
Ok so this is the story of today's adventure. This actually has nothing to do with work and I could see something similar to this occurring in Canada. It actually started yesterday, when me and a co-worker decided to head to Baracoa on Sunday. We needed to get out of town, and the weather looked crappy so we figure the beach wouldn't be that good. My coworker knows a guy that owns a small rooming house with a restaurant in it so we arranged to have lunch there. He asked if we would be able to give his daughter a ride from Baracoa back to Moa as she is going to school here. We said that wouldn't be a problem. So we wake up around 8 and have some breakfast and take off for Baracoa. We were trying to get there early to buy some wine and look for some rum. So we wander around and enjoy the sights of the town and then make our way to Alberto's house for lunch. We weren't able to find the rum we were looking for so Alberto hooked us up a...