Stan was my cap'n today. He's the owner of the company. He's in his 70's. He's grumbly and growly and looks like Captain Ahab.

Today, after we got in, I was picking up trash on the boat (people are PIGS) and I found a crayon.

Stan was muttering about a kid who had been climbing on benches all day. To cheer him up, I said, "Hey, Stan. Want a crayon? It's red."

Stan: *petulant* No. I only like pink crayons.