"I'm so sick of this Alex guy at work. He keeps putting his trashcan under my desk."
"What's he doing that for?"
"I don't know. He's got some kind of retarded, neon lighting thing that lights up the bottom of his desk like a tricked out car."
"Is he Asian?"
"No, I think he wants to be, though."
"So, why's he putting his trashcan under your desk?"
"He doesn't want the inside of the trashcan all lit up. He says it blinds him."
"Then tell him to turn the lights out."
"I can't. He's friends with my boss. And my boss might be pissed because I yelled at the guy today. He threw a candy bar wrapper under my desk, and it hit me in the leg. And he didn't even bother to pick it up and throw it away. I said, 'Alex, aren't you going to pick it up?' And he said, 'Don't be full of double standards.'"
"What does that mean?"
"Hell if I know. So, I said, 'Alex, pack up your fucking trash and your fucking lights, and get out of here before you get hurt.'"
"Wow, what he do?"
"I don't know. I just went home."