“You want me to apologize on camera to a water jug?” I ask, trying to understand if I’m hearing him correctly.
“Yes.” He leans forward even more and adds, “And you’ll wear a goddamn smile while doing it or I will bench your ass, putting a playoff run in jeopardy for the entire team.”
Fuck. He’s serious.
He really wants me to apologize to a fucking water container.
“Don’t be late. Now get out of my office.”