3:45 PM

"igor," my boss said, "take this order to battery and front street."

igor sighed a sigh that belonged to a nine year-old boy.

"my foot is wet," he groaned.

"it's not going to kill you," my boss said, "just take out this delivery, okay?"

"yes it will," igor continued, "you don't know me."

yep. that happened. and that's all i have to say.

oh, and also: igor is forty-something.