At the Big Q Mart, Mike finds his boss, Bob Barbarosa, in the back of the store, checking inventory and singing opera. But I'm not going to read anything into that until they tell me to. Mike, trying his best to kiss ass, tells Bob that he should have been an opera singer. Barbarosa snorts and replies that, at one time, he had to make a choice: "The Met or the Big Q." Cute. Mike says that his choice seems to have paid off for him, and congratulates Bob on his promotion. Bob thanks him, and Mike asks him whether he's picked his replacement. Not yet, so Mike says that he'd like to be considered, too, if that's okay. Barbarosa says sure, but he's surprised: "I never had you pegged for the ambitious type." To anyone else, that would be an insult, but Mike takes it in stride. Mike brown-noses: "I've always been focused on my job, on doing it well. A promotion shouldn't be what's good for me; it should be what's good for the company." In what universe? And in what universe does any supervisor buy that load of hooey? This one, I guess, because Barbarosa's impressed. He invites Mike to a congratulations dinner some folks are having for him at a place called Domenic's: "And, bring your lady," Bob tells him. Oops!