A vendor was walking me through the install of a new piece of equipment at my place of employment earlier this week and because of circumstances beyond my control the aforementioned equipment install had to take place in a small, closet-like room.
Paul the Vendor: Well, that should do it.
Me: Great! And again, I’m really sorry that you had to spend your morning in a closet.
Paul the Vendor (chuckling): That's okay. I'm no stranger to closets.
Me (raising my eyebrows and offering up an exaggerated and knowning nod in his direction): I hear that, Paul.
A moment passes.
Me: So, are you from San Francisco originally?
Paul the Vendor: No.
Paul the Vendor: My wife is though.