tact

i came downstairs a short time ago to remove and imbibe a crispy 1554 from the refrigerator, but having opened the door, i was confronted with an empty cardboard sleeve rather than the expected six pack. i had purchased the beer less than three hours previously, and so detecting no signs of a break-in, i sought the aid of gosling - him being the only person at home during this three hour period - in determining its fate. i knocked on his door. immediately, the overhead light flicked off and the sound of snoring began to emanate from his room. i knocked again. presently the door cracked and he, yawning in an exaggerated manner, extruded portions of his face and neck.

gosling: (slurring) it wasn't me
i: ah... um well...
gosling: listen, while you're here... can i borrow ten dollars?

i told him i'd think about it.