Yeouch, Tom. Hope it blows over quickly.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I had a friend who worked in a stop & rob in Virginia. At the time (don't know about now) you couldn't buy alcoholic beverages on Sunday morning. Well, someone came in on a Sunday morning, grabbed a six pack of beer out of the fridge case, put it on the checkout counter, and put his driver's license next to it. My friend told him that she couldn't sell him the beer due to VA blue laws. So the guy grabbed the six-pack and ran off. When the cops arrived and asked for a description, she handed them the license and said, "He looks a lot like this."
Yikes Tom!
TIM: Why would he keep the car, knowing it'd be the first thing we'd look for?
FRANK: Crime makes you stupid.
TIM: Can I quote you on that?
(I had lunch. The Homicide quoting would demand that I tell you I tend to have crabs, but considering best to let that one lie. I didn't have a grilled-cheese either, though. Nor an egg cream, even though culturally we ran out of ideas in 1968 so I'm bound to repeat myself eventually.)
Oh dear. I hope everything works out alright, Tom.
Eep, Tom! That can't be any fun. Hope it's not as bad as it might be.
Yikes, Tom. I hope it works out for the best! Specially for you.
Aw, hell, Tom, what a bunch of scariness to have hanging over everyone's heads. Vibing quick-and-job-saving-resolution-ma to all of you.
Eek, Tom! Good luck.
Thanks, Victor! I just saw that I can get a flight for $125, so that may be it. Now I can worry about being stuck with my boss and her boss in a car for an hour.