I used the image scanner.
Awk-ward.
But at least I didn’t make fun about it over and over and over. Because that might push you to get a little angry and possibly try to beat me with a police baton. But only after you’ve forced me to my knees and made me apologize profusely because you can’t take it anymore. And only at our job in an employee parking lot at Miami International Airport, because we’re airport screeners.
But if that happened, you might have to be Rolando Negrin, right? Yeah.