And the last little bit, so Brian can remember what he got up to.
As I was cleaning the last screw I heard Brian call down that "There's only one more pitch." I knew he was lying, but it was still funny. He told me later that he was trying to ellicit one of my "old lady sighs" I am so well known for.
Fat chance, sonny. You think I was born yesterday? I wasn't. The year was Nineteen Ought-Seven... snore.