Yesterday, I bought the oddest boat accessory yet: an old, gas-guzzling pickup truck for towing. The idea is that I can replace my 'tweener Jeep (tweener = lousy mileage + poor towing capability) with a beater truck I'll use twice a year and a car that gets good gas mileage. It took Percy 16 hours to inquire about the new arrival.
"Did you buy a truck?" Officer Percy snarls.
"Yes." He needn't know why.
This news causes him to look exactly like he's trying to pass a small sea urchin out his urethra. "Do you still have that boat?"
"Yes."
"Where is it moored?" I recognize the question as one he asked Kiki months ago, to no avail.
I tell him.
"Do you still have your place in Redmond?"
Man, Percy, why don't you just cut to the chase and ask for a copy of my W-2?