How could anyone stoop so low

Our manager at the restaurant where I worked was a much beloved, jovial man.

But there was one subject you didn't dare discuss in front of him -- his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it.

One day, he stormed through the door and announced angrily, Someone just picked my pocket!

Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless,

except for the one who blurted out, How could anyone stoop so low?