After the audit revealed the missing funds, one's name is mud in the company and he rarely receives invitations anymore.

In life, everyone will eventually meet one's match — someone whose talents equal their own.

Sometimes small slights stick in one's gizzard for days, quietly making it hard to focus.

It's rude to put one's oar in when people are trying to solve a problem.

It's hard not to put in one's oar when the debate gets heated.

Handling the entire company's finances single-handedly would be above one's huckleberry for a junior accountant.

In times of uncertainty, it's tempting to pin one's hopes on a single promising solution.

When one is nervous around strangers, one can sometimes forget one's manners.

Every Friday, he pours one out at the corner memorial for his late friend.

After the memorial, he poured one out on the sidewalk for his old friend.