You should probably not be doing that.

Are you going in, or are you just gonna stand there all day?

For the last time, tell her no. We’re running a business here, not a goddamn charity. Okay, fine, goodbye. [hangs up his phone and looks back up] Okay, start over. What were you trying to talk to me about?

Yes, what can I do for you?

Goodness gracious, can you please-- excuse me!

That’s the saddest thing I’ve heard all day. And yes, by sad I do mean pathetic.

I hate PTA meetings and every time I say I won’t go to another one, there I am at the next one listening to Helen bitch about how the school doesn’t offer a gluten free lunch or hear Greg rant about how pissed he is that is first grade daughter isn’t learning about the fucking String Theory.