J. David Winterspoon glances at his watch. He has been waiting for his 11:00 a.m. appointment since 10:45--which is his carefully planned arrival time leaving him enough time to fill out applications and forms if required yet does not make him appear too overly eager.

It is 11:05 and J. David feels that is just plain rude. He didn't spend hundreds of thousands of dollars--well, his parents didn't--on a diploma to be sitting here waiting on some asshole who gets a perverted kick out of making others wait and sweat.

Finally, the door opens. "David? I'm Al Jacobsen, come on in."