Reading through this reminded me reminded me of a railroad story, you know, the things which begin "Now this ain't no s**t . . . ". One time we were in the carryall waiting for the head brakeman, Sam, who was always wise cracking ("Yea, you're not bald, that's just a firebreak for hot thoughts"). I was sitting in the second seat by the door, and the rest of the seat was full, as was the third on behind me. He opened the door next to me to get in, and I waggled my finger at him and said, "Uh Uh, the Supreme court says you have to sit in the front of the bus now." He stopped, stared at me and then got in the front seat, amidst general hilarity in the rest of the carryall. Since we had all worked together on an off for years, there were no bad feelings or anything like that. Later on the conductor said that he'd never seen Sam speechless before.