Me. Hey, I'll be a little late getting back from lunch. I need to drop the car off at the garage to get the brakes looked at. Wouldn't want to be driving along, have them fail and then die or anything.
Boss. Well, you'd probably live, but you would feel bad about all the people you'd have run over.
Me. Yes, I guess I should, shouldn't I?
And then I walked out of the room without saying another word. Haven't seen the boss since then. Can't imagine why….