Jason hunkered down on his heels. "Look," he told the gnomes, "this is just not working."
"I know it's what you do." Jason held up a hand to forestall the chittering protest. "I get that, I really do. But yesterday I was thirty minutes late, and if I miss my start of shift again, I'm going to lose my job. No job, no house, capice?"
"I asked if you understood."
"Well, let's see if we can find a compromise. Can we come up with a list of places where my car keys might end up every morning?"
Whimpers From My Bed Of Woe
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