Don’t make David cause a scene by bringing Wilma in to cause a scene.
You’d think the desk lady would know that.
Any time you say stuff like, “I’m’a let her off the leash if you don’t do what I, by which I mean she, wants most right this second! Bow to my (her) wishes so that neither of us has to make you face her wrath!” then you know things have gotten thick.
Who doesn’t enjoy some good-natured banter when worrying that you might die in misery on the muddy roadside in the middle of a dark forest?
Might be the folks in that shuttle van, but I guess we’ll see.
No bars. It’s like a nightmare!
Bob keeps a broader view than a lot of folks.
Bob likes the kind of view you get from the bottom step of Infinity… you know the spot, right next to Destiny and Fate, just a few dimensions higher and with a clearer vantage point than Chance, Luck, and Probability.
It will keep you from worrying so much.
Of course, so will a head injury with short term memory loss.
Everybody seems to be on the same wavelength.
That’s so sweet.
Hubris wasn’t much of a corporate style boss.
David, on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what other kind of boss to be. So forgive him if he just wants what he wants and expects that his employees know how to get things done.
Nikki, on the other hand, knows when someone’s asking for something they don’t really want.
She probably knows that Bob ISN’T asking to be tossed under the bus, but Bob pretty laid back. If a bus can pass over without doing damage, Bob might just be the passee.
How do YOU suppose this will shake out?
David seems like his primary outdoors experience would be an hour or two at a tennis court. You know, something civilized and cultured. I mean, the outfits have collars and everything.
I figure Ms. Wiggins-Ross’s outdoors of choice would be sailboats. Operated by other people while she sits quietly until they get to another cell phone-friendly area of the world.
We know Lowell’s favorite outdoors activities now include downhill runs on a li’l red wagon, so surely he’ll be fine when they get outside.
Right?
David’s in a tough spot. He’s fronting this out-of-the-ordinary project for his investment group, and trying to build up his son’s professional career, and leveraging these two corporate movers to manage a new business he’s just bought into… not long after discovering that it exists.
So, it’s hard to look askance at him if he’s suddenly realized that making a profit was also part of the equation.
Getting those events in other towns and cities to recognize the OutdoorFest as a qualifier might be easier than getting David to care enough about Outdoors stuff that he’ll remember what any of it is called.
Merry Christmas (Or Hanukah, Or Kwanzaa, Or Solstice, Or Tax Year, Or Saturnalia, Or Agnostica, Festivus, or New Year, or whatever makes you and your family happy. It ain’t up to me to be anything but neighborly. I’ happy when you’re happy, and I don’t wanna set fire to anything in your lawn.)
That said…
You can tell that Mal has never done a boot camp style workout.
The deferential love that creeps into the voice of one whose life has been altered, if not saved, by a boot camp style workout, is missing from the (I picture) grating, nasal tones of Mal’s voice when he talks about Lowell joining in on a morning exercise regimen.
Also, Mal’s kind of a underfed li’l creep, so… y’know.
Awwwww. That’s sweet.
Hubris is still alive.
Nice, right?
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