Out Fishing

I figured something was up when you called in sick today. The telephone in your house kept ringing; you went away. After you called, you decided to roam. No answer on your telephone meant you were not home. Your old trusty fishing pole was what you would take. There I saw you with your line in the lake. I hope you caught something big for your sake. You may lose your job if there are more call-ins that are fake. inspired by another member's poem