There may have been or may not have been a guy named, Rich, say. Rich woke up one morning looking out the window breath sweet and aspertame sticky with a yo-ho-ho memory of to much rum. It was fucking raining out as it had been for the past 40 days and nights. Rich sat on his bed deep in thought, masturbating. It came to him in a flash. He would take the day off instead of going in, no one comes in to look at cars when it's 40 degrees and raining, no one. The car business is so fucking dead right now you could set a cannon full of flaming shit off in the middle of the showroom and not a soul would be hit.
Then would come Rich's favorite the immortal game between management and the staff when there is nothing to do.
" If you don't have something to do, pretend to look busy "
" you get paid more than I do, you pretend I'm looking busy "
This is what was rolling around in his head. Rich decided to take the day off.
Rich made good food. He worked out, smoked a fatty and had a hot tub. He caught up on his chores around the house. He listened to his favorite music, read a book and took a nap and yes, he masturbated.
Rich went to work a happy man the next day.