The boss was taking a dig at me for taking time off work yesterday. He gave me a right hosing down in front of Uno. Uno didn't say a word in my defence. Didn't even mention it was my birthday. So after the boss left, I hit him with my aphorism.
"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
He just blinked, and I realised I had wasted it on him. Uno never speaks very much anyways.
So much for Martin Luther King Jr.