All you have to do is give it back to me. My little granddaughter is going to get a dump truck for her birthday instead of the doll that she wanted. And I've got to send the dump truck to my grandson. Mr. Barber drew himself up and puffed out his chest. He took his pipe out of his mouth and tapped the stem of it on the brown paper parcel lying on the counter on the other side of the screen.
Rules are rules.
That's the trouble with people these days. Ernie Bell spluttered with anger. Mr. Barber leaned over the counter. And I'm going to make sure it is run properly. I don't put up with inefficiency and forgetfulness.