 And so when Mr. Airport Man says, hey, I'm going to need you to take your belt off so I can strip. Well, you've got to take it off anyway because it goes through the metal detector. So, you know, I just sort of like waddle through the sweeper thing and try to, you know. And then, yeah, he gave me the good what for. He gave me the business. And, you know, I got his number. We're going to dinner later. And at least the common courtesy. Never mind.