There's a guy I work with that goes poo probably about 5 times a day. He always wears doc martins and whenever you walk in to the restroom, you can see his doc's underneath in the stall.
I ate mexican food for lunch; I'll see you in 30 minutes. I got to put my doc's on
Don't hurt me and then pretend like you had nothing to do with it.
You argued, privately, to each member of the committee that I should be fired and now you come by on my last day to tell me how sorry you are about what "happened." Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining.