Yikes Tom!
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.
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.
Ick. Yeah, only Song flies into Worcester. (Although Providence is actually slightly closer, if you're already driving.)
Presence of bosses negate chances of lunch/dinner/whatever, I take it?
I hope it passes quickly, with no loss of job, Tom.