Welcome mats are stupid!
Clay got off the couch he had collapsed on, again. "Dammit, I need to get to bed once in a while." He threw what he was wearing in a pile with the other dirty clothes and got dressed in a similar attire. After getting a bagel from the fridge, he headed to the door and found a key.
"The hell," he questioned as he opened the door. On the door he found a note and read it. "Damn! I need to call my boss." He dialed the phone for his workplace.
Briiiiiiiiing. Briiiiiiiiing. Briiiii-- "Hello, how can I help you?"
"I need to call in a sick day."
"You don't sound sick, Clayton."
"My friend needs my help. He has a big family issue going on, and he asked me to help him out."
"Fine, fine. But you better be in for work Wednesday!"
"Yeah, yeah." Click.
"Alright, now I need to call John." Beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep