Late for Work

An email to the boss, explaining why I was going to be late for work.

Wow, what a day this has been.

The Furball and I were hired to take these two farmers on a charter.  Not right around the corner, but not exactly the other side of the galaxy either.  It seemed like it would be pretty routine, but first the old guy got in a bar fight (never mess with the elderly, you never know what tricks they might have up their sleeve) and then there were – of course – some “imperial entanglements.” And then, when we finally did reach our destination, the place had been demolished; nothing but rubble as far as the eye could see.

And that’s when things started getting seriously weird.

So I will be in, it’s just taking a while.  Somewhat on the bright side, I met this girl along the way.  She was kind of cute, but her “I’m a princess” attitude got tiresome.