There are people you’d like to thank, but you’ve forgotten the list (again) and so you’ll have to hack together an impromptu speech, something cobbled together on white and faintly stained napkins from that laughable coffeehouse down the street.
But: a napkin’s a napkin.
(Of course, there are variations in size and quality and color and material and whether or not the eating establishment’s name’s somehow printed on the thing; but still, a napkin’s a napkin.)