"Take the stuff out of the basket," she ordered.· Mr. Ugli Fruit, or How I Stopped Being Nice and Learned to Hate Fairway [TMN]
"I said, 'Take the stuff out of the basket.'" Then she crossed her arms, cocked her head to one side, and sucked in her cheeks like the models do on the cover of Vogue.
"No, you take the stuff out of the basket," I shot back, crossing my arms, too. "That's your job."