It's bad enough you act surprised to see me (and everyone else) every single day. Guess what? I work here. I am going to walk through the lobby again tomorrow, if that helps you plan your day.
It's bad enough that your creepy, hillbilly husband sits on the floor with his ancient, wood-grain laptop looking at (let's assume) Dale Earnhardt Jr memorial websites.
Today takes the cake, though.
What was the look you were going for when you put on a shirt that reads, "Explore Downunder, [unintelligble] hot, wet, bush?" Was it 'gross'? Because if so, mission accomplished!