No amount of arguing will convince my coworkers that a vacation at

Mom’s House is hardly vacation at all. I offer them stories of gardening all day, raking leaves, making compost, and

they counter with a flat, “Well, I was in the office working on our product.” This is the trump card

to beat all trump cards. “And besides,” one of the other trainers said sulkily, “we need you down at V—-. Don’t think you’re getting out of it, either.”