One more. The last, I promise. When I met Hank, he was a manager of a floor full of female clerks at USDA in New Orleans. I maintained a piece of Kodak equipment in his department and I would always use some of my employer's time to listen to Hank. This floor had about 150-200 women at old grey G.I. desks sitting on old grey G.I. swivel chairs. Due to age of both the chairs and the women, the central support was beginning to come up through the seat. Hank had tried to order new chairs often. One day as I came in, he yelled, "Hey Ed, I'm getting two thousand chairs for the whole building". I asked how he did it. He said, "The Navy way. I always asked for four thousand and told them I was going to lose production because of injuries." In the Navy, they had always said he didn't need that many and cut the order in half.