Moron Enterprises

Today I came in half an hour late. Normally I’m only about twenty minutes late. I’ve probably been on time to work three times in my two years here and early twice. No one says anything, because I am the SOB (son of the boss). I say my cheerful greetings to everyone in the office and mutter something about hating traffic and they’re none the wiser. No one lives as far west as I do, so they can’t refute my traffic excuse. It’s a full proof alibi. What they don’t know is the traffic is normally only bad between my blankets. It’s always congested and slow moving there.

I was talking with my dad on the way home from work yesterday. Apparently we are being invited to Connecticut in a couple months to view one of our factories and get some training. My dad pushed it back to October so we can at least see the leaves change color. He also said we could check out the Basketball Hall of Fam, which is nearby. The perks of being an owner, or in my case a future owner, are pretty sweet.