Sir T.J. is the boogieman, Dark Lord Sauron, Voldemort, the monster under your bed and the waiter who spit in your coffee all rolled into one fear-inspiring package.
Sir T.J. is that plumber who said he'll come back tomorrow, the electrician who starts a house fire, the voice of that woman who says your call is important to us and please hold whilst the bad 90s music plays in the background all rolled into one incompetent package.
Sir T.J. is the show that got cancelled that you were getting into, the book you left on the bus before you finished the last chapter, that movie you were watching when you get a phonecall just as the score hits fever pitch and big things are happening all rolled into one disappointing package.
Sir T.J. is us.
