I'm about to head out to dinner but I've discovered my stocking has a run. This is completely unacceptable and YOUR job to fix it! You're going to take these ruined stockings off and go get in the car and drive until you find me a new pair. God knows how long that will take since you can't even seem to get the buckles of my heels off, you're hopeless! Your job is to make me happy and make it snappy; make this right or suffer the consequences.