A buddy of mine worked in a clothes shop selling jeans. G-Star Raw mainly, if I recall.

Anyway, he’d get to work a-whistlin’, full of caffeine and cheer.

‘Morning!’ he’d say to the boss.

‘Another day closer to the box,’ she’d reply, stone faced. ‘Another day closer to the dirt nap.’

I’d figured this was the best dirt nap banter I knew of, until Josie.