For fifteen years, Johnson had arrived at work at 9am on the dot. He had never missed a day of work, and he was never late.
Consequently, when on one particular day 9am passed without Johnson’s arrival, it caused a sensation. All work ceased, and the boss himself — looking at his watch and muttering –came out into the reception area.
Finally, precisely at 10am, Johnson showed up. His clothes are dusty and torn, his face scratched and bruised, and his glasses bent. He limped, wincing, to the time clock and punched in. Aware that all eyes were upon him, he said, “I tripped and rolled down two flights of stairs in the parking garage. Nearly killed myself.”
After a pause, the boss asked, “And to roll down two flights of stairs took you a whole hour?”