So I was standing in the men's club lounge, aka the john, minding my own business, head leaned against my left arm, left arm up against the wall, the same wall to which the knee-to-chest collection device was attached, eyes mostly closed, concentrating REAL hard as ol' codgers my age are want to do, and had been in this pose for some time. In walks one of our too many youngsters at the office, intent on completing the same chore I'm struggling with. Well, he finishes his business in about 12 seconds as 20 somethings often do, then he turns to me and says, "Are you starting or finishing?" To which I smartly and accurately retort, "I CANNOT TELL!" He found himself suddenly speechless.
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