Ignore him.

Although Mr. Kutz tried to catch his eye, John ignored him. With a small grunt, his boss kept moving. John went down the elevator, though the parking lot, and into his car. He drove home, feeling as though he had only given Mr. Kutz a taste of what he deserved. John walked through the door and sat in a chair in his kitchen. His dog Tam came over and put her front paws on his lap. He pet her and spoke to her for a few minutes.

Wash off the long day; take a shower.

Make dinner.