Hope it makes you smile and think (a bit).
“Jimmy, get up now, or you’ll be late.”
His mom stood outside his door, her arms full of laundry. “So what? So the bus driver will hit the car that would have been a minute later if he didn’t have to wait for you to cross the street, still fiddling with the arm of your jacket.”
Jim sat up in his bed, rubbed his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “What?”