Well this past weekend I attended a 3 day destination wedding (for me it was pretty close) in New Orleans, and thought I got into trouble. I was suppose to be "off the clock" all weekend but I had an A/S owner about to cut into his rear floor to repair swim platform brackets so I gave him my cell number , told him where i would be and call with questions. Don't ask me why but Friday afternoon I found myself sitting in the bridal preparation suite where all the young girls were primping for the big event, and I was looking for any excuse to step into the hall, or be called to do anything else. Then the cell rings, all the girls in their fancy little robes looked & said phones weren't allowed in there. (I have a dumb phone, it doesn't take pics) I answered the phone & it was my A/S owner looking for the "next steps", I stepped into the hall, spent not enough time explaining where & how to cut his floors and stepped back into the room full of half naked girls and sat back down in my chair waiting. One of the young ladies asked my date if everything was ok, she replied, one of his children is in surgery right now they probably had a question for Ron. The girl looked puzzled, then asked how old the child was, she told her I think it's an '86 model. With that the girl looked even more confused, does he have that many kids that they just call them by the year they were born? My date replied, girl you have no idea how many calls he gets from his children from all over the world, but he loves every one of them! Even the ones from a different daddy named Elan. Later the next day the girl asked me how the surgery went with my child, I said the report came back successful, they cut out a floor section, reinforced the back with new plates, installed new bolts and and sealed her up, with a very puzzled look she simply said "glad she is doing alright".