The cab pulled up. We both attempted entry. She said, The nerve. So I let her take the thing, but only because she sounded so old-fashioned.

I smoothed out my hair, fighting a losing battle against the wind. She said, Put on your shirt. Finally, manscaping seemed like a good idea.

Everyone in the bar was named Jim so the brawl was maybe inevitable but it gave the police conniptions, and the Jims got off with a warning.