It was surreal. A big black Lincoln town car drove slowly around the corner into the cul-de-sac. It pulled up to the house and backed into the driveway. The uniformed driver got out, then Scott got out of the back seat.
He was being chauffeured home because his job was eliminated and he had to give up his company car.
That was it, his last day of work at ADP.
As I watched out the window Scott carried his box of belongings into the house along with his work bag. The driver said something like, "Good luck to ya, man" and then drove off.
Ok then, my husband is now home for the summer! Let the party begin!
2 comments:
That story is too funny.
See ya ADP.
On to something better.
When will Scott be ready to show us his tan lines?
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