10 Minutes Can Be Worth an Eternity, or Why I Always Arrive Late at Work
“Buddy,” I said to my 9-year-old son, “I’m late for work…”
Glancing at the rearview mirror, I saw a tiny smile beginning to grace his face. He knew what was coming.
“Buddy,” I said to my 9-year-old son, “I’m late for work…”
Glancing at the rearview mirror, I saw a tiny smile beginning to grace his face. He knew what was coming.
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