Walking into an elevator, I see a co-worker being berated by a senior exec. He tries to defend himself, but there is no defense in times such as these.
When the screaming stops, the co-worker joins me in the elevator. He faces the doors for a moment, then speaks as if delivering a sermon to his boss.
Co-Worker: On this beautiful day of our Lord, I raise not one, but TWO middle fingers in your direction. May they gaze lovingly over you and all that you stand for.
Me: The word of the Lord