AND NOW FOR A SCENARIO

The scene:	A downtown sidewalk with me lying on it and four dozing 
		making use of my thighs and stomach.  A police officer is 
		walking up to us.

Officer:	Allright, what's going on here.

One of my
customers:	<startled awake>  Hmph? huh? wha?...

Me:		<soothingly>  Shhhhh, it's O.K.  Go back to sleep.

Customer:	Hmmmmmm...zzzzzzzz.

Officer:	Look, I really need to see some...

Me:		<whispering>  shhhhh, here's my license.

I hand the officer my Professional Human Pillow License, which is proof that
my training and qualifications meet, or exceed, the State of Colorado human
pillow guidelines.

Officer:	<examining the license><whispering>  O.K.  You check out.
		We just have to be real careful with all these unlicensed
		human pillow crackpots around.  Especially with those two
		accidental decapitations last month.

Me:		<whispering>  I understand.  One of those people was a
		regular customer of mine.

Officer:	<whispering>  Oh, I'm sorry.

Me:		<whispering>  It's O.K.  I still have a hard time believing
		that she'd go to some untrained, backalley human pillow
		like she did.