Chapter 125

Jim took Charlie by his arm and said, "Charlie, you do not belong in this building any longer. You are a private citizen and this building is for federal employees only. Why don't we get you fitted for your tuxedos?"

"Jim, I want a Federal permit to carry a concealed weapon."

"No problem." Jim picked up his phone and put in the order to his office. He told Charlie he would have it by the end of business tomorrow.

Charlie asked him if he knew everybody.

"No Charlie, I do not know everyone; just everyone that counts."

The next stop was at his personal clothier, for six tuxedos and the accompanying accoutrements, from shoes to ties. He was told that only one tuxedo would fit him properly now. He was to lose 15 pounds around his middle and the remainder of them would fit properly, after he did.

Charlie said, "I am in perfect shape. My physical was less than six months ago and I am within the glycemic i