This regular bar customer I have at my new job is doing my head in. He's Mr. Big Shot in a very small town, originally from Miami and he loves Maine, so he's buying up property left and right. Any chance he gets he'll remind you of how many restaurants he's owned, that his good friend is the GM of the Miami Dolphins, he's got a fancy motorcycle, he bought some local guy a used truck (a very generous thing, but the type of thing you shouldn't go around touting, IMO). And you can't tell him a thing. He knows it already, you know the type. I left Boston to get away from pretentious words removed like him, god dammit.