Have you hugged your local migrant worker today?
I haven’t. But until I run into one I am going back to bed.
Adios.
Ah, the holidays that I don’t get off.
I guess it’s probably good that I finished off that bag of grapes yesterday, isn’t it? 
Your OP does you credit, but I’m a little confused by the third sentence. Are you really that much more likely to encounter a huggable migrant worker by going back to bed?
Who is César Chávez?
It might be César Chávez day, but the migrant workers here don’t start diggin’ up onions in the field next door til late summer. I’ll hug 'em then (they usually give me a few sacks of onions, at which point French Onion Season officially starts in my personal calendar).
Err, French Onion Soup season. It’s really time to go to bed, I think.