Put in Place
I was complaining to my mother today about something annoying my downstairs neighbors had done last week. Then, to put that final punch on my story, to show how absolutely, completely annoying they are, I ended my story with the following: "And then when I walked by their apartment today they were vacuuming. Can you believe it? Vacuuming. How bourgeois is that?"
My mom just looked at me. Rightly so.