Janitor: Would you mind not staring at me while I'm eating? I hate it.
J.D.: But I'm not. I was-
Janitor: What am I doing right now?
J.D.: Eating.
Janitor: What are you doing?
J.D.: Staring.
Janitor: Okay. [pours orange juice over his meal] There. Now no one gets to eat it. You happy?
J.D.: Not really.