In which I sacrifice my dignity for free desserts

Thursday, 4:15pm. Outside temperature: 95 degrees. My boss comes ambling into my office.

JK: I'm thinking about a frozen yogurt run.

Me: Yeah?

JK: Are you interested? I'll buy--

Me: Sure!

JK: --if you go get it.

Me: ..... 

JK: [Grins; looks at me encouragingly]

Me: You see, THIS is why people think I'm your assistant.* 

JK: ... Is that a no?

Me: No, I'll go. I mean, free yogurt.

*My title is Assistant Director, but he enjoys telling people that I'm Assistant to the Director.