Rachel came by the apartment after her last class of the first day of the new semester. Shawn was sitting in the living room looking frustrated and playing with a sock puppet.
"What is that thing?" Rachel asked.
"This," Shawn sighed, "is the mascot for one of my new dot-com clients."
"What do they sell?"
"Pet food."
"Why would you want to buy pet food online?"
"If I knew that, I would have a slogan by now. They've been giving me the internet companies ever since the IPO and each one makes less sense than the last."
"I dunno, never made sense to me. Aren't you at all worried its going to turn out to be a flop?"
Shawn shrugged. "Not my problem anymore. I sold all my shares and bought a Ferrari and an apartment complex in Fort Lauderdale."
"The blue one out front?"
"That's the one. Soooo…you wanted to talk to Jack?"
"Yeah," Rachel admitted.
"About my Dad?"
"Partially."
Shawn stood up. "Don't get mad at Jack. It's all my fault; I insisted on inviting him…"
"I'm not mad, but…has anyone told you that you have self-esteem issues?"
"Everyone tells me that."
Eric burst through the door. "Someone parked a Ferrari out front!"
"That's mine." Shawn replied.
"Oh, cool car."
"Thanks. Hey, can you think of a reason for people to buy pet food online?"
Eric shrugged. "Pets can't drive."
Shawn contemplated the sock puppet for a moment. "Sure, we'll go with that."