Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a friendly, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn't dare discuss in front of him--his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it.  

One day he stormed through the door and announced angrily, "Someone just picked my pocket!"  

Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless, except for one who blurted out, "How could anyone stoop so low?"