Jeez, Like we've got a choice? Let's just say that with prior management it would be like yelling "Hey, the Good Humor truck is at the end of the block! Who want's strawberry? Who want's chocolate?" Then we're standing on our door steps clutching our money and the Good Humor trucks guns it and speeds past us at 30 MPH and, and, the driver is flashing us his Mr Digit Hand Puppet!
Sorry, memories of Adam persist. If we get a PR we get a PR. But I'm not standing on my door step looking down the street.