There’s this guy at work who talks to me. I don’t like him that much because he seems kind of like a gross pig.
At the end of the work day today he asked, “Don’t you freeze, delivering outside in those jeans?”
“Oh no. I finished early, went home and changed.”
“Nice. So now you can go straight to the club, eh? Friday night, club night.”
“Yeah. That’s right,” I said.
“Just take off the old mail jacket and you’re ready for the club. Nice! Heh.”
I smiled politely. “Exactly.”