“Farrier! Yo!” Gavin raps on his housemate’s bedroom door and checks his watch. “Wake up, bud, carpool’s going to be here.”

“Don’ hafta,” Farrier muffles back. “Have’m nice day.”

“Isn’t he up yet?” asks Montano, coming around the corner with his tie in two hands.

“Look, I know the floor is cold,” says Gavin impatiently, “but what are you going to do, call in sick?”

“Look outside,” Farrier grunts smugly. “Then check the TV. At my job, we get snow days.”

Montano and Gavin stare at the door, then at each other.

“That’s no fair!” says Gavin.

“That’s brilliant!” says Montano.