“Not quite. We’re going to have to take two cars to the Y in the morning so I can go downtown to go through the paperwork and write a report. I wish the captain was here.”
“Why?” Mike said.
“His management philosophy is to basically give someone the authority, the responsibility, and the necessary tools, and get the fuck out of the way so the job can be done. The guy covering for him while he’s on vacation likes to micromanage every little thing.”
“Sounds like you don’t like the guy,” Jim said.
“He’s all right. I just prefer my captain’s management style.”
“That’s why we taxpayers pay you the big bucks,” Mike said. “To put up with petty annoyances from time to time.”
“Give me five minutes in bed with you, big guy, and I’ll show you petty.”
“Promises, promises.”
Carl and Jim left, and we closed up the house and went to the bedroom.
While we were undressing, I said, “Did you and Jim have a good meal at the restaurant?”