listen, i was born with something called "pattern recognition", ok? so i know what's up. and in the past, my lurid stories about pw's food service adventures have a relatively solid track record of attracting him. so, that reminds me about another story i made up about how pw once accidently put a tray of ham in the serving tray at a bat mitzvah and almost got fired, but saved himself in the clutch with an well reasoned, and impassioned self-defense based in the talmud. what a fucking legend.