Ah, Parents' Weekend. Jono probably should have left a note on his office door with directions to the Groovy Tunes today, since he did have a bloody business to run, but when he showed up for work that morning there were some little blue men with a few complaints to lodge about one of his employees... harassing them with a rose? Jono had taken those complaints more or less in stride and had left the shop again on a note that was something along the lines of, 'there are worse problems to have than somebody trying to give you flowers.'
They hadn't been pleased, but honestly, they hadn't been invited anyway.
So, now he was sitting in his office with his face wrapped, feeling itchy and confined and generally annoyed, but he was here to put on a pleasant face (ha) for any visiting parents or... whatever.
Let's be real. Around here, the emphasis was almost usually on 'whatever.'
- Jono's Office, Saturday