Monday morning, and George faced an extremely confused, angry boss.
“You're leaving the state and hiking a thousand miles because a woman told you to? Bloody hell, George, we need you here! What are you doing to us?” Mike shook his head and slumped onto the desk. “You're on our top advertising campaign for the entire year! You can't just wander off on some idiotic adventure... there are easier ways of getting laid! Hell, I'll give you some phone numbers!”
“Just wait,” George, inspired, interrupted the monologue, “that campaign's for Powerade – maybe we can spin this into something...”
