[Simon]

I was visiting a client in N. Calif years ago. Up near Carmel, maybe Salinas. Anyway, the point is that his wife was walking into the living room with a tray of drinks for us. She stops, raises her finger in the air, looks up and to the side, and says, "hang on just a second, honey, one's coming." She freezes there like a manequin. He sits in his chair, frozen, waiting. All of a sudden the house trembles and things move a little. Then quiet. She says, "okay, that's all," and brings us our drinks. He picks up the conversation like nothing happened. Never did find out how she did that.