This morning at my office I noticed one of the guys was late. When I asked him about it he apologized and said, "Sorry Boss, it won't happen again." As I walked back to my office I could hear the rest of the crew giving him a bad time and as usual they seemed relentless in their attack as they rubbed it in and it seemed to go on all morning.
One guy said, "What do you think it would be like if we worked on the bosse's race car while he was in Mexico and you where late? "Hey Boss, sorry I was late but my donkey was dead and I couldn't get it started." Then another one chimed in and said, "Yeah, I hate it when that happens. It makes me feel like such an ass." Before long they were telling him if he kept this up they would be forced to take his siesta privelages away and so on. What a bunch of clowns. It's good to be surounded by guys who know how to work hard and play even harder.