[ WP ] Even with the ability to teleport you somehow still end up late to work .

`` Late, Mr. Mackerby.'' 
 
 His disdain can be heard clearly through the impatient tapping of his fingers on the mahogany desk. 
 
 I look at my shoes. Wrong color for these pants. How did I miss that? 
 
 `` You have access to cutting-edge technology, Mr. Mackerby. People would kill for the ability to teleport, and you squander it.'' 
 
 My left shoe has an aglet missing. I'll need to replace the laces. 
 
 `` Are you going to offer any kind of excuse today?'' 
 
 `` No, sir.'' 
 
 An excuse would n't make any difference. It's pretty hard to mess up a teleport. You just stand in the teleporter terminal and hit `` Go.'' Technology is still new, though. Terminal can only to go one pre-programmed place, one person at a time, 15 minute recharge period, on and on. 
 
 `` Nothing? With all your spare time you had being late, you could n't come up with a well-crafted lie?'' 
 
 `` No, sir.'' 
 
 `` Then get out of my sight.'' 
 
 As I exit the stuffy office, his secretary catches me by my sleeve. She looks up at me, her glasses slightly crooked, her round face in a smile. 
 
 `` How did you do that?'' she asks, trying to adjust her hastily-done hairdo. 
 
 `` It's a teleporter, babe. It's pretty hard to mess up a teleport.''
