 Last time I was home, I was driving around. I had a flat tire. I pulled my truck and went to the side of the road gas station. The attendant walks out, looks at my truck, looks at me. I swear to God, he went, tire go flat? I couldn't resist. I said, nope. No, I was driving around. Those other three just swelled right up on me. Here's your sign. Bill Ingvall. There's several of those. 14 minutes after 9 o'clock.