This really happened: Yesterday I stopped in at a small town bakery. A lady that I know who works at the local bank came into the bakery. She had this exchange with the owner: Lady: "I need a chocolate cake for Larry's (the bank manager) going away party." Owner: "But I didn't think that Larry liked chocolate cake." Lady: "The cake isn't for Larry." Apparently Larry isn't the most popular manager that the bank has ever had.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)