Mail room, evening, Andy OTA
At the end of a long day the last thing she wanted was to have to sort through a mass of junk mail but that was exactly what Andy was doing.
"Jerry," she complained. "Why can't you weed it out?" she said. "I've got a spam filter on my emails, you could be my spam filter down here. Go on - I'd make it worth your while... You want me to what? Get outta town!"