Boss: L-Train, I need you to do me a favor. There’s a new woman in the building named Sharon and she’s really perky.
Me: Um, ok.
Boss: Can you make her less perky?
Me: What? How?
Boss: Unleash the sarcasm on her or something. You know how I feel about high-pitched voices, perkiness and anything that walks with a jaunty step.
Me: Will you be paying extra for this? I don’t unleash anything for free.
Boss: No, but you are top banana in the sarcasm department and I want to see her writhe.
Me: Buy me wine and I will snark that woman into the ground.
Boss: Deal. By the way, I’m thinking of moving.
Me: Had enough of the city?
Boss: No, I’m thinking of moving to New York City. Do you have a life plan?
Me: I have some thoughts about it. Are we moving to a different institute?
Boss: No. A few of us are starting a business, but I can’t afford to bring anyone from the lab along. Get a tissue, your nose is bleeding.
Me: Of course it is.
Boss: It will be next year some time, I think. You need a job that allows you to expand your creative wings. We can talk about it later. In the meantime, fix your nose and then go use your wit to make that perky woman miserable.
Me: Yes, sir!