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Mike Carey’s Unexpected Visitor

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Int. the Carey Household

Mike Carey: Mike Junior, I need to see you in the kitchen immediately.

Junior: Hey dad, what’s up? You must have had a pretty rough day. I saw you get run over by a quarterback, that was pretty funny. But why was that other quarterback screaming at you?

Carey: Listen, Junior, I just went over your latest algebra problem set and there are some things we need to discuss.

Junior: What’s the problem dad? I thought I got all of the correct answers this time.

Carey: Well son, your answers were correct, but more importantly, you failed to properly explain your answers.

Junior: But if I got everything right then why do I need to bother with explanations. It seems like overkill to me.

Carey: Overkill? How can you think a proper explanation is overkill? I think I need to have this chat with your algebra teacher.

Junior: But dad, you are my algebra teacher. I won’t take algebra in school for another three years.

Carey: Well good. Maybe by that time you’ll appreciate the importance of a good thorough explanation. Until then, let me explain this first one to you from the start.

Junior: Oh God, here we go.

[Door flies open]
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