Saturday night, I got to exercise my vast powers at DMTC. Dressed in my suit after the short ballet show at the Mondavi, I brought cleaning supplies to DMTC and arrived right at "Anything Goes" intermission. Putting supplies in the janitor's closet, I discovered one of the bottles had a rupture. Fluid was spilling.
An usher passing by became concerned, and for good reason. A patron in a suit was spilling hazardous waste all over the floor of the janitor's closet. "May I help you?" she asked. I stood tall, looked her in the eye, and said, "That's quite all right; I'm on the Board."
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