Don’t Butter Me Up
Yesterday I saw my friend Hannah, and I said to her ‘Hannah, look at you. You look absolutely stunning. What’s your secret?”
Hannah was skeptical. “Are you trying to butter me up?” she replied.
Of course I said no, but Hannah wasn’t born yesterday… she knew I was trying to butter her up. I needed to borrow £50 to pay my electricity bill. The problem is, I’m drowning in debt, and everything these days seems to cost an arm and a leg. Spotify, rent, the gym…. the list goes on and on.
“Why don’t you get a job?” Hannah told me.
A job? I never thought about that. Maybe I should join the rat race, and embrace the hustle and bustle of the big city. Actually, I’ll just ask another friend for money.
Further examples:
Hugo said there would be no changes to travel rules following the new Covid variant, but I’m skeptical.
Don’t butter me up, I’m not going to let you borrow my Ferrari this weekend!
I wasn’t born yesterday Sam, I know it was you who took my jacket.
Apparently Jo’s business is drowning in debt.
Wow, nice boots! They must have cost an arm and a leg.
I’m sick of the rat race, I want to move to an isolated beach in Indonesia!
My Dad has really missed the hustle and bustle of London since he retired.