MAIN HOUSE. ASGARD RANCH. NORTHERN CALIFORNIA.
“Oh. It smells good in here. Are you making dinner, sir?”
“Uh, yeah. That IS why I invited you up, Zeb.” My boss tilts his head, “I’ll warn you now, no one will deliver food out here. And I wasn’t going to just microwave something. Is anything wrong? Does it smell gross?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, it’s just, I was … uh …” I don’t know how to finish my sentence. I clumsily extend my arm, “Here’s a bottle of scotch. For you. The guys said it’s what you drink.”
“It is. You shouldn’t have spent your money on me, but I really appreciate it. Take a seat. What can I get you to drink?” My boss looks at the bottle, “I’ll be having scotch on the rocks.”
I stammer out, “That sounds great, sir.”
“Uh, yeah. That IS why I invited you up, Zeb.” My boss tilts his head, “I’ll warn you now, no one will deliver food out here. And I wasn’t going to just microwave something. Is anything wrong? Does it smell gross?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry, it’s just, I was … uh …” I don’t know how to finish my sentence. I clumsily extend my arm, “Here’s a bottle of scotch. For you. The guys said it’s what you drink.”
“It is. You shouldn’t have spent your money on me, but I really appreciate it. Take a seat. What can I get you to drink?” My boss looks at the bottle, “I’ll be having scotch on the rocks.”
I stammer out, “That sounds great, sir.”
