H was telling me about his shift last night, he and his partner were discussing the local racing event which many of their off-duty colleagues were attending that night.
Seems it is something of an annual tradition to deck themselves out in fancy dress for the event. This year one of the fellows was dressing up as a Roman Centurion – “and,” H commented “he doesn’t have the legs for it!”
H’s partner observed that he had been on the night shift for last year’s event as well.
H recalled that he had also been on night shift on that date.
“Well”, said H’s partner “happy anniversary!” 🙂