During lunch yesterday we were talking to the bartender. He was panicing because his car was stolen. Actually it was his mothers. He was dreading to tell her, and I could understand. I could just imagine what my mother would say. She would make you feel guilty first and then say that it was probably my fault for not doing something. Just as we are leaving he was laughing. His mother had picked uup the car 2 hours ago and left a message woth someone. Poor guy, if only he had gotten the messgae. The moral of the story is give someone a break, relay the message.