 We would have squash that they wouldn't buy. They would be too big. They had to be small enough to go through a little ring. They'd call that a coal. So I got real good at throwing coals at signs. We'd be going down the road 60, 70 miles an hour. I'd throw squash, and I got to where I could make it explode on the sign as the truck went by. I'm sure the transportation department didn't appreciate that. Well, I really got good at it. So anyway, what happened next was