Tim: Great restaurant. Sorry I'm late. Happy anniversary.
Jill: Is it?
Tim: Look, I know you're upset. But I get so distracted when I'm working under a hood. Come on! I lose track of time when I'm working with my hands.
Jill: Tim, who were you with tonight?
Tim: Who I've been with all this week. Alex, my mechanic.
Jill: Then who is that? [places the traffic ticket on the table]
Tim: Alex, my mechanic. What is this?