In the spirit of inpassing.org, here’s an exchange I just heard at Tully’s (the coffee shop downstairs):
Sales Guy 1: So I emailed him, and I’m like “you’re not the boss of me.”
Sales Guy 2: Ha. Like that “Malcolm in the Middle” theme song. “You’re not the boss of me now! You’re not the boss of me now! You’re not the…”
(Sales Guy 1 smiles awkwardly.)
Then, just as I thought it couldn’t get any better, as I’m walking out the door…
Sales Guy 2: So he gets me a DIET COKE! I mean, what am I, pregnant?