“Oh, Sean,” said Smirk. “You know better than that!”
“I know, I know.”
Sigh.
Bunny warned me about asking what possibly could go wrong. Bunny and I encountered heavy traffic leaving the Boca Raton area, and I-4 was almost, but not quite, a parking lot at 7:30 pm.
But even that wasn't the issue. Nope. At 11:00 pm Smirk knocks on the hotel door. Apparently, one of our customers decided that tonight was the perfect night to rework their entire network and needed our help.
Head, meet desk.