Brian, watching me prepare to go to work for a graveyard shift, noticed me putting on my snowboarding coat instead of a hoodie. "You finally come to your senses and decide to wear something warm?"
"No; my hoodie is dirty."
"Well I'm glad you admitted you haven't come to your senses."
You better be glad I'm walking out the door to work, right now, buddy. I'm not above putting ice cubes down your pants while you sleep.
