There was a young woman in my parking lot making my "Tickets" with scraps of paper and a marker, seling them to drunks.
"What is this?"
"These are not tickets."
"We bought them from a young woman in your parking lot."
"I have no females employed here at all."
(And none chained up in the wine cellar either, no matter what you may have heard.)
Funny how that all worked out, that was one of those times there were no women here at all in any capacity, no employees, no girlfriends, lovers, wives , or chain-testers.
("You want me to give you a ring? A chain is much bigger and heavier!")
Bigger is always better, now isn't it?( Insert eval smirky-giggle here~ )