'As the end of johns prison sentance dawned, his frans from the depths of methuen organised a welcome home do, to be situated on 'the mound' with disgustingly stale refreshments.......please'
Boss: Hey Greg, can you fax this for me?
Me: Sure.
Boss: Please
Me: Yeah, I said I will do it
Boss: Irrelevant rant about why I need to fax it
Me: okay, sure
Boss: Please
*Me walking away rolling eyes*