I always say, “This is not a secure line. Meet me at the park next to the flagpole at 7:15pm. I’ll be dressed as a clown selling roses. Bring the cash in a brown paper bag. Don’t be late.”
Oh, so that was you? I must admit, you gave me quite a scare that one time. But then again, I've always been afraid of clowns. And I'm not too fond of roses either.