Ah yes, Capt Piett. Sorry!
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The last ribbon goes to me, unfortunately. I had promised to stick around for a second day with the guys, sleeping over in MD. Well, my wife called me, worried about one of our pipes that froze and how she didn't really know what to do if the water pipe burst. I walked her through it but it was one of those things (and you married men know this) where you explain something a dozen times and she is purposefully not getting it...
"You see the pipe coming out of the wall?"
"No."
"It's a pipe. Right next to the furnace."
"What does it look like?"
"Like a PIPE. About 3/4" thick. See it?"
"Yeah."
"Now look for the meter."
"What's the meter look like?"
"It's attached to the pipe and has little dials on it. There is a water shut off valve attached to it."
"But how do I turn it?"
"It just turns, like anything else that is associated with water."
"But what direction?"
"It only turns in one direction."
"But how will I know?"
So 40 minutes into my 4 hour drive home she calls me and tells me the water is fine now but it would be nice if I came home anyway.
I therefore crown myself with the
Whipping Chair ribbon.

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author of Syncing Forward and other stories...It's a dog-eat-dog world, and I've got my Milkbone underwear on.