I was back in the insurance bidness and my secretary was not at work for some reason. I had to deal with unruly chirren, claims, estimates, people who wanted to pay their premiums but I could not pull their names up on the computer and so on. It's a wonder I didn't stroke out in my sleep. I pray I never have a dream like that again. I won't be worth digested hay for the rest of the day.
What, that you decided to be a Gunsmith instead of running for Congress
