Born to be Spoiled

Boy was out of school today, so came with me to pick up my car, which was being serviced, and to turn in the loaner car. The shop where I take my car has a very nice customer service lounge (waiting area for suckers that didn’t remember to reserve a loaner) that has a large TV, drinks, snacks, free newspapers, etc. Boy has been to this place before and remembered where the room was, so he trotted off in that direction while I was turning in the loaner keys, paying for the work and waiting for the runner to retrieve my car. When they brought my car around, there was still no sign of Boy, so I went to the lounge to look for him. As soon as I turned the corner and entered the room, I saw two skull-and-crossbone-themed flip-flop clad feet dangling from the massage chair, vibrating away, in one corner. I looked up to see the owner of the feet happily munching away at a pack of Pringles and slurping on an ice-cold water bottle. I really wish that I had had my camera with me.