Pardon me for using that nickname; you probably were never aware of it.  You were … enthusiastic.  About a lot of stuff.  Catching criminals, the high price of ball cocks (that always made me smirk), the terrible way the landscapers treated the grass.  We worked together for over a year.  Because of your willingness to parse the price of ball cocks, I got promoted and lots of good press for knowing how to put together a budget. Did you ever get to be a police officer?  Or are you still stuck in a loveless marriage, plunging apartment toilets and changing locks?