“Sir, can I go home?”
“No, I’m not sick, as such. See, I was just rereading my girlfriend’s journal, and I need to go home and make out with her while she’s still there. You understand, right?”
Sadly, my boss isn’t even here. For once, I’m getting out at 5 on a Friday, but Lucy will be on her way back to Lansing by then, and I have a meeting at 7, which leaves me with a few hours to wander around the east side beforehand.
Anyone want to catch an early dinner?

If I were your boss, I’d totally give you a special dispensation to go make out with Lucy.
Dude, that’s awesome.
Not nearly the same as making out with your girlfriend – but I’ll be home later for eating out – er – :blush: you know what I mean…
Sweet. I’m getting hungry already. No lunch!
I was unable to think of a way to explain to my boss why I need to go home to attend a science convention taking place in WoW… so in a way I feel your pain.
nice!