In the summit of a unbearably hot summer things just keep getting fucked up. On your way home from work yesterday your car sputtered and ran out of gas. You coasted off the road and your car joined the ever growing line of abandoned vehicles. People could no longer afford the fifteen dollar a gallon prices. It seems the choices are slim now. You can no longer afford to drive and eat. Hell , even if you didn't eat you still couldn't afford to drive. So...
You fish your cell phone out of your pants, shake the sweat off of it, and you dial up work. Roll a six sided die, or flip a coin, to determine the result:
call in sick by the Phil Lectrum Quartet