In this conversation with Thomas Pluck, novelist and social worker Zak Mucha says:

Once a pal and I were working a moving job at a hospital… We were, at the moment, under a fume hood, trying to take it apart. Some doctor was talking to us. All we could see were his ankles. At one point the doctor said, “You seem like intelligent guys, why are you doing this work?” My pal under the hood with me actually owned the company.

My pal said, “Hold on. I’m going to look at your face when I answer you.”...