It was like this, see...
Dock: "I have a pipe for sale that's right up your alley, George."
Moi: "Thanks for thinking of me, Dock, but I'm all piped up and trying to put money into my biz."
Dock: "This one is different, though. You have to see it in person. Really."
Moi: "Thanks again, but no thanks. I'm trying to follow the PAD 12-step program, in fact."
Dock: "It's a winner. I'm tellin' ya... You definitely should see it."
Moi: (Aware of own weakness, refuses to discuss further and drops the subject.)
Two weeks later ---
Dock: "Another batch of fix-ups are headed your way, LL. Instructions are enclosed. Oh yeah... that pipe I told you about? It's in the box, too. If you TRULY aren't interested, just don't open the sock, right? I'll understand."
Box arrives. Moi stubbornly leaves it unopened on the inbound table. After ten days, curiosity finally wins. Box is opened. Pipe is examined. Lust instantly follows.
Moi: "Dock, you are evil."
Dock: "Hey, I warned ya..."
Moi: "WARNED me?! I didn't want that thing within a hundred miles of me and told you so... you know my taste in pipes too well. Bastid."
Dock: "You didn't really have to open it, right? Just thought you might, you know... want a peek as long as I was sending a box of pipes anyway..."
Etcetera.
See what I mean? Run while you can, BoB'ers, for once Dock knows your taste in pipes, you are doomed. A cat with a mouse, that's his game. Evil, evil, evil... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: