It is Thursday afternoon and I am sitting in my office wrapping up emails and getting ready to head out for the day. My wife is out of town for the evening.
As I exit the final door of a series of doors, I hear someone cry out “hold the door!” I shudder and think to myself “you were gone too soon Hodor. You don’t deserve this.” It was my boss. He asked about my plans for the evening and I notified him of my provisional bachelor status for the evening. As we parted ways he jokingly remarked, “don’t let things get too out of hand” as though he were hearkening back to a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas scenario.