We only hand out pink slips when we fire someone. I really didn't even notice the lady, Ms Monroe,. I was checking out the bus.
That you'd rather ride the bus is a sign of aging, Sir. Unless, of course, you intend to peek between the upholstery, in hopes you'll find one of Marilyn's slips?
I layed out in the sun, today, in order to color myself. I fear getting seen in public without color.