Hmmm, Matt/Pa offered to take me to Hooters...can you beat that?



Thank you again for the offer Len. The time will come when I eventually get down your way and I know exactly how I am going to approach the situation...

(Frank walks into the shop but doesn' t mention his name)

Frank: Excuse me, I am looking for a new bow.

Shopworker: Yes sir, is there anything in particular that you are looking for?
(Len is typing on the computer in the background)

Frank: Well, I know what I don' t want. I don' t want any of those crappy Dartons. I hear the limbs fall off, the paint chips and that darn cam system is the worst invention since the self-buttering toaster.

Shopworker looks sadly over his shoulder as Len gets off his stool and begins to unload a long list of explatives not the least of which being some references to relatives and barn animals.

Frank carefully pries the bow press from a rather sensitive location and walks out the shop.

I have been working on the perfect approach for at least 4 years now. Eventually I will get it right.