After my boss told me to turn the button with my left hand, I was kind of confused. Like...uh...why? But I did it anyway. He is my boss. After I showed him my amazing talent of doing exactly what he tells me to do, even if it's a little weird and random sometimes, he told me I did a great job and could go home. So I did.
I went home to see my lovely wife, Vanessa, at home on the couch watching Game of Thrones with Winston, our golden retriever, laying on her lap. Vanessa stays home most days and doesn't have a job. She doesn't need one, though. The button factory pays much more than people expect it to.
"Hey, honey. What's up?" I say to her.
"Not much. Want to watch Game of Thrones with us?" She asks.
Hmmmmm... How do I let her down easy? I really hate Game of Thrones, for I'm more of a comedy guy. But, I don't want to be mean.
"Nah," I say "I'll take Winston for a walk."
...yeah. That's a good excuse. It's not like he's already been walked 12 or so times today because its a nice day out and Vanessa has nothing better to do.
"Ok," she says "But when you get back, you should really watch this with me! It's really exciting!"
"Oh, yay! I can't wait!" I say, hoping she'll believe me even though I hate that show and am terrible at acting. "Come on, Winston!" I say to the dog. "Let's go outside, boy!" And we walk out the front door.