|Or you could come work where I do.|
I'm no fan of most supervisors, but I dance inside when one comes on the floor and is handed her ass by one of the attendants. I love watching them resigned to retreat. They slink away, trying to hold their head high, trying to catch my eye. As I I'd help. I'm not fooled. The cursed-out supervisor is like a killdeer. If I swooped in to help, she'd flutter up just fine and turn the situation around to my detriment.