Doris raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

        You sigh.  "I'm desparate.  I've tried everything to get Chris to notice me, but nothing works."

        "Is this the Chris upstairs in Marketing?"

        "Right.  So if you need me to get a lock of hair or a fingernail clipping or a drop of blood -- I really hope it doesn't have to be blood, because that could be a little tricky.  Trying to prick somebody with a pin without their knowing is a tough one.  Of course, the lock of hair and fingernail clipping aren't much easier, but --"

        Now it's Doris' turn to sigh.  "Do you remember anything I said?"

Whitch Way do you go?
 

You say, "Ummm... "
 

You say, "Well, sure, but it's not like I was taking notes."
 

You say, "Every word is forever etched in my brain."