Dear Mama's Boy in the office,
Why are you whining about it raining this morning and the possibility that you'll get your shoes wet this afternoon? It's 8 am, and you're not leaving the office for 8 more hours! You're "dress" tennis shoes will survive. Quit ur belly achen! Now we'll get to listen to your heavy sighs all freaking day as you stress about the weather and that you just know your feet will get wet, then you'll catch a cold, and be miserable. You're going to mama, she'll take care of you. Or maybe she'll finally tell you to get a spine, quit whining, and grow up.