Goldbricking

Either no one is drinking much San Miguel beer, or the delivery boys are masters of goldbricking.

While out exercising, I passed a parked San Miguel delivery truck. Inside the cab, two pairs of feet were propped up on the dashboard, their owners reclining and asleep.

In the back, the side panels had been cracked open about 24 inches. Two other men were sprawled out atop beer cases, asleep in the shade.

They stayed like that for more than an hour, not moving a muscle. I kept passing them on my circuit; they were still asleep when I finished my five-mile walk. It was too early for lunch, and I can't imagine they had no deliveries.

Those fellows have raised goldbricking to a new level.

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