Just now, as I wind down my 12 hour shift, I was walking as briskly as a person with a petrified bratwust for a toe can, when, as I was absentmindedly playing with a button on my sleeve, it popped off onto the floor. It’s a small plastic button and it must have hit perfectly on it’s edge on the carpet, so it came off the floor high. In stride, I bent down and scooped it out of the air with my right hand. And just kept on walking.
Still got it 
Was there ever any doubt?
that’s the kind of stuff that makes you feel like “the man”
“THE MAN”
doesn’t it?