Excuse me while I sit up in my grave and take notice kid. Don’t let em make the first offer. Hit em high, but give em plenty to trip over. Works every time. Them fancy suits take allot of cleaning, and they ain't gonna show their face with a dirty suit. thats when ya call the bluff, wait till they sweat, and this time the dirt will stick too em, their own kinda of dust is a bitch to wash off. This is when you sign the deal; agree to excuse the dirt on their suits, and give en a year to get em dry cleaned. Next time they will send a new educated punk down to try explaining what he read in a book somewhere back east. But give em the working mans analogy of the bicycle. You can study, read, analyze, theorize and hypothesize for 4 years, but when you climb on the bike after all that fancy schooling, you are guaranteed to fall off, until you know what I know. Of course, these days they might send a pretty little thing down to provide some distraction with the modern curves and all, but she will fall a different way. Ask her what a rose smells like on campus, then ask her what how does the rose smell at my house. She will never know, unless she goes there to find out for herself, and then has the experience. You cannot put experience into words, only words into experience.
