Unfinished Business Page #3

and poor muscle tone.

I have to pack.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Are you going on a trip?

I am, yeah.

You wanna help me out, here?

I'll show you what

I always bring with me.

Space for my running gear here.

Book goes here.

That's all you do

on your business trips?

Read and run?

Yep.

And do business.

Grab some running gear out of

the closet and help me pack.

Okay.

Love you.

Can I ask you a question

before you go?

Honey, my plane's gonna...

Is it a little question?

Kind of.

Okay, yeah.

What is your little question?

When I go to school, I don't

like to go to school at all.

It makes my stomach hurt.

The jokes hurt my feelings.

I cry in the bathroom,

and pretend to poop for...

I don't know, two hours.

That's not even...

Is that a question?

Okay. I know that school

can be hard, honey.

But you gotta go,

or you'll be a moron.

Did you do my

daddy homework thing?

Yes, I have not.

But I'm tweaking it in my mind,

and I will figure

it out on my trip.

DAN". Okay, I have two seconds, here.

"Your daddy."

Why is this so hard?

"Your daddy is..."

I pretty much

just work these days, sorry.

Selling swarf.

That's metal residue left over after

the construction of large objects...

like the Golden Gate...

Never mind,

it's f***ing boring.

Anyway, Daddy's been working to

get the starship off the ground.

That's from a team-building thing.

Our version.

We went to the batting cages.

I thought it was

a good place...

to teach the guys about being

aggressive and taking what's yours.

Crowding the plate,

in a business sense.

But we nailed a big deal,

and we're travelling today...

in the time-honored ritual

of the handshake.

Which is good, because it's

been a down year, swarf-wise.

I really need this deal.

I'm stalling like a freak on

this private school thing...

because I can't afford it

without this handshake.

And I don't want

your mom to know.

But she's gonna catch me soon

because she's smarter than I am.

Probably, that's not what

you're looking for.

Why do males go

on a business trip?

To bring home the kill,

and dig the night.

Going to Portland,

Timothy, not Vegas.

And aren't you 72?

I'm 67.

What do you mean,

"bring home the kill"?

Traditionally, even way back...

guys would leave their caves with

a pointy stick or something.

Go out, get it done,

bring it home.

And the, "dig the night" part?

Well, then they'd stay on a little

longer than they needed to...

and f*** around a little bit.

Traditionally.

Holy sh*t.

"Trunkman, Daniel."

I'm next on

the upgrade list, boys.

I've flown 31 times this last

year making this goddamn deal.

Never once have they ever

said, "Daniel Trunkman."

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