"Uhhh...." he returned his checkbook to his inside jacket pocket, knee bouncing anxiously. Why did this keep happening to him. He was a nice guy. Good father. Successful business. What kept attracting these sorts of people to him?
"T-to uh-" he coughed, and tried to feign a laugh, "...uh...to live...is always nice. Be the top dog, you know...what every man wants really."