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(1). A request to waste your time educating me about something you may know slightly more about. Fortunately, your vanity allows you to take this request as a compliment.
“Hey, Jerry, do you mind if I pick your brain for a second? I’m trying to figure out how you keep your hair so manageable…”
(1). Hidden, yet obvious, indications that you had something to do with this, you lousy, conniving ….
“Yeah, well … this report may have Mike’s name on it, but it has Andy’s fingerprints all over it!”
(1). Declared a federal holiday in 1894 by President Grover Cleveland, Labor Day (according to Wikipedia, at least) was originally intended to commemorate the social contributions of the labor unions. Today, it is the unholy declaration of the end of summer for millions of children and teachers everywhere. As for the working man, it just means his morning commutes are about to start getting colder and colder each day.
“I can’t wait for Labor Day this year! It means all of my kids are going back to school and my weekends will now be filled with soccer games and gymnastics competitions which for some reason are always scheduled for Sundays at 1 pm! Hooray!”
