True story...
8th grade geography, our teacher's name was Mr. Boley. Great old guy. We had this one know it all chick named Rhonda who looked down on everybody. Even tried to argue trivial matters with Mr. Boley. One day he finally lost it and said, "Rhonda, you DON'T know everything there is to know!!"
Fast forward about 20 years. I worked late one night and promised the wife I would bring home supper for the family. I stopped at Burger King of all places, and who was the cashier? You guessed it, Know It All Rhonda.
My first instinct was to say, "You know you always wanted my 'whopper' and now I want yours...with cheese and ketchup only. Mr Boley was right about you after all. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!!"
But I was compassionate. I placed my order, and like Baptists in a liquor store, we pretended we didn't recognize each other.