I have a buddy who is teaching Bible archeology studies to the novitiates on line and he frequently does it in his tighty whities. His wife took a picture of him and had it blowed up and she put it on their fridge as a way to discourage him from porking up with snacks while hes on the air with the priests.
I am gonna follow up on this.
I had a better story line. This evening before we came back to the hotel, we went shopping in NYC and wound up at a big department store with all kinds of nifty ****. I went one way and my wife ent another and I couldnt find her for about 20 minutes after I was done. She had apparently gone back to the hotel and I was freaking . I thought shed been abducted and /or/ some warp in the fabric of spacetime was right there in the computer dept. I walked arou nd describing her and people were pretty dismissive. I cooked all kinds of eventualities (all of em ended reaaallll bad). Then she called me on my cell and told me she had some deli food waiting.
GOddaamm was that a start!!.
Call Spielberg. "The Crack in Time is in Home Furnishings"