Friends should not be allowed to retire if they’re going to have this much fun.

Friday morning. 7:48 AM.

I’m pulling into the parking lot at work. It’s 14 degrees. Slush and puddles fill the parking lot. The ground is covered with snow. I have a long day of teaching ahead of me. 

I receive this text from my friend and former boss who is now retired. It reads:

Teeing off in one hour.

It was accompanied by this photo.


He doesn’t mean to crush my spirit, but he does.

And I think he might be doing it on purpose.

I know it’s what I would do.