“Save it,” I say, holding both hands up. “And don’t be such a tool. Your family might own that poor racehorse, but you sure as heck don’t. And you’re a mid-manager at a credit union. Which is a fine career, but don’t try to make it sound like you work on freaking Wall Street.” I feel like I’m on a roll, so I go with it. “Oh, and buying Viagra in bulk does not qualify as charity work.”
Get him girl!
