It was a glorious Saturday morning, a perfect one to get outdoors and go for a run. Wilson was game to join me. The plan was to meet a few blocks over, closer to his place. I set out in an easy jog, just enough to get the muscles warm and loose.
I went a block, then two, on a nice little stretch. I took a right and hit another straightaway and saw Wilson up ahead, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, ready to go.
My muscles were aching, and my heart was pumping as I hit the locker room. I sat down on the bench in front of the lockers and had a drink of water. I was feeling pretty good, satisfied. All in all, not a bad workout.
“Took it kind of easy on the crunches and the ab machine, chubby,” a voice said.
“Welcome to class, everyone. As you may have heard, Corruption University has brought me out of retirement to teach a special course this semester. My name, by the way, is Professor Words, Professor Buzz Words. And what a pleasure it is be here helping you get your degree in Misleading Business Administration.
These MBAs has become crucial to success in dodging scandal, and masking ineptness. And, as I used to tell my students, you’re going to fail at some point, and I’m here to help make sure you fail upward. You have a question, sir?”
Terri and I shoehorned ourselves into our seats for the cross-country flight, and had a drink apiece to try and dull the muscles and senses for the four hours of air travel.
I had the window seat with the redeeming feature that I could squish my nose against the little piece of reinforced plastic rather than someone’s shoulder. Terri was in the middle seat, seemingly holding up better than me. On the other side of her in the aisle seat, a sullen teen nodded along to whatever was coming through his Beats headphones.