About an hour ago. I couldn’t find my wallet, so I needed to check to see if it had fallen between the front seats or under the seat. I tried from the front seat and was unsuccessful, so I got into the back and sure enough, I was able to reach it.
What do I win?
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Wait, what about all the cash I had in here? Hey, someone stop her!
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(half way halfway)
You never would have made it outside of Canada; The Grammar Police have entered your name on an Interpol Watchlist. You’ll be hauled in for questioning and held until Chief Inspector Randolph D arrives. Better yet, I think it’s best for me to interrogate you at my private headquarters. (Cough, cough.)
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Good news! You’ve convinced Chief Inspector Randolph D that your grammatical error was mere folly and you’ve promised him it will never happen again. He’s decided not to pursue charges on the theft of the cash from his lost wallet that you found, and you’re free to go to Fiji on the next available flight!
Wow, he’s usually not this lenient. How did you change his mind after spending just one weekend with him at his private headquarters? Oh, wait . . .
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Is that what you whippersnappers are calling it these days?
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Randy D 