Friday at work I complimented one of my co-workers on her shark. It was this shark made out of that foamy material that stress balls are made out of so you can squeeze them. She said that it had been given to her and she didn't really want it, would I like it?
I've since discovered that his name is Sharkey, and he doesn't much like lawyers.
My work-bitch problems are over now. I'm going to be gracious, even-tempered, and all that good stuff.
Sharkey, however, is going to say whatever the hell he wants.