I strolled toward the front door, shades in hand, denim jacket on, ready to enjoy a few minutes of sunshine. Feeling whimsical, I announced, “I aim to misbehave.”
Without missing a beat, Dolly (front desk/accounting gal) replied, “Do you even know how?”
“…Well. A little bit. I’m learning. Taking night classes, you know.”
Apparently I exude more of a straight-laced demeanor than even I myself had previously suspected. Hmm.