I don’t know how these draws got in my pocket, somebody must have put them there when I was gone. A burglar must have slipped into the house last night and slipped them in while I was talking on the phone. As a matter of fact, at first I thought you put them there to give me something to think about while I was at work, you know, like a little something-something to lift me up like they do on my job, I thought it might be an extra perk. You mean to tell me that these draws in my pocket ain’t yours and you didn’t put them there just to give me a little thrill? Then one of these kids has got some powerful ‘splaining to do cause I’m wonder’ who they belong to, if they don’t belong to you.