
The ultimate “It’s against my religion” excuse, good for the next 40 days.

The ultimate “It’s against my religion” excuse, good for the next 40 days.

I’m usually in on several meetings a week. Most are just fine. Every once in a great while, however, I find myself with someone who really, really, really, really enjoys pontificating, and no rescue is in sight.

There’s one in every office.

I think we’re better with sunscreen now, but when I was growing up there always seemed to be at least one kid who returned from a winter holiday weekend looking like a sunburnt raccoon. This is that kid’s father.