Security blanket

I grew up reading Peanuts and Calvin and Hobbes. I envied the kids in those strips. When things went wrong, they had something warm and fluffy to fall back on: a warm puppy, a security blanket, or even rocketship underpants. When you cross 25, those things kinda 'cease to exist.' Not fair: post-25 life should come with a 'Next' option . Like when the girl you've been dating for 4 weeks suddenly stops midway between the frozen fruit section and the cereal rack, turns around and asks you ' What do you really what from me?' OR When your boss calls you in for a one-on-one and asks how much you're going to add to the bottom line this year, and how. Those moments (sigh) : make you wish you could just press NEXT and move on to the next scene. Pity.

I think a lot of corporate honchos would give their eye-teeth for an option like that. Beats the corporate jet hands down; esp. when you're reporting the biggest loss in 14 years. Is Bill Ford listening?