Asking Nicely
His bleary-eyed neighbor knocked on the door for a few minutes before opening it. He said in a kind tone, “Good morning, Mr. Whitman. I don’t think we’ve met.” He went on, “I’m a delivery driver, so I can’t do much without my vehicle, so if you could move it ASAP that would be great. Your truck is blocking my car in, and I need to get out to go to work.”
Bill gave him a sly smile. I apologize, but I don’t drive for the firm; I own it. You’ll need to hold off till one of my drivers shows up. Why not just go back to bed and call in sick? “You seem as though you might benefit from a little deception,” he teased.
