I gave him a pleasant shrug and said, “Well, why don’t we go over to the mall. We can have a few drinks at the Applebee’s bar and take a late sh...w in.”Jack smiled at this. I don’t think he cared about a movie any more than I did. We spent another couple of hours drinking and dawdling at the Applebee’s bar, staying way past the time any of the movies started. Then he commented, “I think we might better be going. I don’t think I should drink any more, at least not if I’m driving.”I rubbed a. Michelle smiled. "You're not going to believe this," she said.I do trust Michelle, but this was so unlike her."What is this?" I said. The man, Charles was his name, had just put on a CD. It certainly wasn't music."It's a waterfall sound," said Patricia, his wife. "It can help the process." Michelle sat on a couch, still grinning at me occasionally, obviously unable to wait for me to see whatever was coming. I sat on an identical couch, andCharles went back to sit by Patrica. They certainly. ”“Tell me about it,” said Jake.Jan went over her idea of using punched tabulating machine cards to keep up with the store’s inventory. Cards could be made for each received item. The card would be affixed to the furniture or appliance while it was in the warehouse. The cards would be removed prior to delivery. The cards would be run through the tabulating machine and a print-out of what had left the warehouse could be prepared weekly to assist in reordering. Jake liked the idea. It would track. That damned job had interfered with our last four vacations, six of our last seven anniversaries and caused you to forget every one of my birthdays for the last ten years. You owe me this weekend Harold, you owe me and I want it!" Be reasonable Betty Ann. If I pull this project through on time I'm almost a shoo in for Benson's job when he retires." Is that what this is all about? Making points to get Benson's job?" You make that sound like a bad thing." It isn't a bad thing, it is a stupid.