Look, I know that I look good in these jeans. I can't help it, and it's not the reason I'm wearing them.
I paid my five bucks so I could wear jeans today because it's comfortable, not so I could be ogled by every woman that sees me.
And it's not just the ogling, it's the flirting. The incessant attempts to start conversations.
Yes, I know it's raining outside.
No, your weather report will not make me love you for your firm grasp of current events.
Yes, I'm moving to the new building next Thursday.
No, I'm not taking you with me.
Yes, it's finally Friday.
Sorry, but I already have plans for the entire weekend.
You're all acting like giggling schoolgirls, and I'd like you to stop.
I have work to do.