 Well, why not? I'm maybe eight years old. You're showing off. You're not a little competition. I love you. You're the best. I wish I would have known you. I lived in St. Pete. I probably was your neighbor. I used to lose my sense of humor, and I was working at men's jobs before women's live was ever thought of. No, I was probably your neighbor when I lived in St. Petersburg when I worked for the race. Oh, I don't know. You're crazy.