I'm an Asshole

When Greg came back from lunch today he said, “Honey, I’m home…how’s Junior?” just as he has every day for the 3 and a half months I’ve been working here. I am almost out of funny responses. I got lucky this week, though, because I happen to know that his son, Ryan, has an ear infection…so every day I just come up with increasingly horrific ear-related deaths for our fictitious offspring. I know, right? There’s no way I’m not going to hell.