45 in a 30, I guess it's Daddy's luck day . . . or mine. Anything 45 and under he had wide discretion to deal with as he saw fit. Seeing as how he hadn't been relieved in 3 days, he decided to let me work it off, one minute for every mile over.
After he was done, he zipped up and told me that I was free to go, but that I still owed him for the two day backlog in his balls. I don't know how he figured that was my fault, but I wasn't about to argue.
So he stopped by over the next two days and made me work the stress out him, 15 minutes at a time. "If I see you out there again, it's gonna cost you at least a week" he warned, as he left the last time.
(I've been looking for him all month)














