You look at an
FCOS jacket and want to try it on. Jarrod begins to roll his eyes.
"Please don't do that in here! We don't have a dressing..."
Before you realize
what he's saying, you have slipped it over your arms and tried to button
it. The buttons come off in your hand.
Jarrod feels a bit
relieved as you pay him for it. "You ought to see a doctor," you
say. "You look very nervous."
"I ought to see a
travel agent," he stammers. "I hear we don't have an extradition
treaty with Venezuela..."