Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. I am such a schmuck. I didn’t notice until today that I didn’t leave the merchant copy of the charge slip when we ate there last week, and that means you didn’t get a tip. My God, man, you should have chased us out of the restaurant and caused a big scene! Well, no, that isn’t good either. But I realize that they can’t put the charge through for anything more than the bill, which means you didn’t get a tip. I’m really really sorry and I’ll be back some night this week to drop off cash for you, with an extra dollar just for your pain and suffering. Again, I’m sorry, and the next time you see us, please don’t spit in our food.