How Many "Worst Day Ever" Posts Are Allowed?

Actually, not the worst day, but it had some downs, namely the big fat speeding ticket I got! Uh, Mark, I heard you know people who know people that can make people disappear or something like that. This is my third ticket since July. I wonder if I can set up monthly auto debit, you know, cause I see a pattern and all.
This is how the day started. I did remember (at about 12:30) that I was in charge of bringing my old grandpa (I say old because he is too old to be considered elderly. I'm talking 93ish.) lunch. Luckily, I had made a huge pot of soup for my own family and whatever neighbors were over at the time. So I piled the kids, still in their PJs (because I had spent the whole morning making this spectacular soup), in the car and took off. We arrived at about 1:15, but thankfully the oldness kicked in, and he didn't realize how late we were, or perhaps too tactful to complain. He looked great-BTW.
I went over to my sister's house for a little while, and came home with more free food. I hope she doesn't think I am coming just for that. She is just the nicest person in the whole wide world.
Here is where it takes a turn. One of my employees called to say he had blown all of his money on hookers and blow, and then he got a flat tire. (Just kidding about the hookers and blow part. I am pretty sure it was fancy dinners and booze.) Then his spare turned out to be flat. He needed money, PRONTO! I glance down at the clock which says 4:48. I told him I would give it my best shot. I felt like Edward racing down the road, impressing myself with the time I was making. You all know what happens next.
So Memzy-this part is for you-how do you get an employee to call his parents when they need money, and not their boss's wife?