You’ve just provided me the complete freedom to fuck around on my phone at my workstation for the next 20 minutes without any fear of getting the side eye, and for that I thank you.

“Ma’am, I know you’ve done your homework and so you know that money isn’t a big part of my life, but at the moment I could buy Mt. Auburn Street, take the Phoenix Club, and turn it into my ping-pong room.”

Haven’t we already done this dance?

Ah, whoops!

Won’t you be fucked when you bring your car in for emissions testing?