¿Que WTF?...

So somewhere around 9:30 this morning, I get a call from "Head Cheese"*.

Head Cheese: "Get in here."

Me: "Where?"

Head Cheese: "Get in here, to work! I have an ad I need you to design. When can you be here?"

Me: "Who is this, is someone holding a séance and contacting a voice from the great beyond? That sounds like my boss! Nobody can reach my boss, he's never in our office."

Head Cheese: "7, it's me...get in here. I know it's your day off but get in here."

Me: "No no no, see my boss is a lazy jerk who only works bankers' hours. It's 9:30 on my day off. This is exactly when he would be drinking a Mai Thai and watching porn or something....I am beginning to suspect that you aren't who you say..."

Head Cheese: "Jesus Christ man, will you come in and do the ad?!?"

Me: "Jesus Christ man, will you fucking make sure I don't have to play this soap opera drama with your second in command, Captain Dipshit?* anymore??? I'f I'm saving the day, I want some knob polishing!"

Head Cheese: "Why do you think I'm here, hot stuff? See you in 30 minutes."

Me: "Okay, now I know you're who you say you are. I knew my boss had a secret crush on me!"

Head Cheese: "(click)"

*Names are always changed to protect the identity of the guilty/innocent. Sometimes we change them just because we wanna call everyone Wilbur. It's all for your benefit.