Coach: Hey, Cliffie. Boy, can you believe the way those Sox are playing?
Cliff: Oh, boy, I really miss those carefree halcyon days when my only concern was a group of young lads playing baseball.
Norm: Cliffie, you got something on your mind?
Cliff: The shocking truth is, today I saw a fellow postal employee remove a fragrance sample from a magazine.
Sam: So?
Cliff: So, Sammy, that's in direct violation of postal employee regulations. It's a smudge on the arm of every mail carrier who ever donned this uniform.
Sam: So?
Cliff: So? Sam, look, on one hand, I don't want to be a snitch. But, on the other, I can't endorse anarchy. What should I do?
Norm: Compromise, have a beer.
Cliff: Ah, well I see I should look elsewhere for help on this.