Mr. Skeevy

Me on phone with probationer: "So, you want a travel permit to go where?"

Smitty: "A race for four-wheelers. Sounds fun, huh?"

Me: "um...sure, so I will have this ready for you to pick up tomorrow."

Smitty: "Okay, great! Thanks, Hon."

Me: "Did you just call me Hon?"

Smitty: "Uh, yeah, sorry. Really sorry about that."

*click*