Happy Hour

We have a thing around the Travis Thrasher corporation. At the end of a hard-working business day, we need Happy Hour. So Kylie gallops in and sits in my chair and says "Coldplay" in a way that sounds like "Koopee". 

I know this means to put on the tunes pronto and then turn her in my chair. 

The corporate life is so overrated. Okay, so those checks aren't. Those are nice. But there are benefits of being a fulltime writer. And Happy Hour can take on a whole new meaning.