Clearly You Are Not Brook
I was at work one morning earlier this week, when my boss comes in and tell me I have a flat. We worked to get the spare on and then I headed to get the tire fixed. The tire was not repairable, due to having a hole in the sidewall. I ordered two new tires from Wal-Mart. After over an hour they said I was ready to go.
Several people came up and even though the van was done, I figured I would have to wait behind them. The guy at the counter pulled up my paperwork and got it going. He knew it was me, since I had been waiting and checking on it. He looked at the paperwork and said, "Clearly you are not Brook." I told him I that was indeed me. He quickly clapped his mouth closed and awkwardly moved to get me checked out.