Out of town on a recent work trip, about 8:00am. I am sitting in the back seat of a rental car. My boss is driving. Another colleague is riding shotgun. We approach a tollbooth.
BOSS: Kelly, can you grab my wallet for me? It’s in the front pocket of my bag right next to you.
ME: Is it the one that says “Bad Motherfucker” on it?
Turns out he’s never seen Pulp Fiction.