We sell you this, and then you never come use it, and then we sell it to someone else. You're not supposed to use all of your credits every single year, Burbanks, but they do. And so my dad was booking. My dad was using some part of their account, I guess, to try to book a room for a couple of nights in Seattle for my sister Liz and her family. because you know downtown seattle they got the big christmas tree up and i think the idea was oh it'd be fun to take a little kind of winter break weekend trip over to seattle kind of walk around do some shopping and stay right down there and they have like one of these actually it's the camlin hotel in seattle which for years when i was in my 20s there was a really cool bar called the cloud room that was at the top of the camlin hotel it was real kind of old school seattle now it's a world mark and now my parents can like call in and get you know kind of like get rooms there but it's one of these like it's sort of like flying standby so this whole week my dad has been like carefully like refreshing refreshing refreshing the page to see if there are rooms available and sure enough and they hadn't been available hadn't been available and sure enough this morning he's like oh wow there's a room so he's like he's he's got he starts out with i think he's on his laptop and he's trying to put in his in put in the information to book this guest thing, but he's really intent on it being my sister's legitimate information. So he's like, well, dude, do you have a, ah, I can't find Liz's contact card in my laptop. So then he gets out his iPad. So he's got his iPad going now, but he's, and the clock's ticking because from when, that you, when you start the reservation, there's 14 minutes. It's really like the movie Sneakers, Andrew, if you think about it. It's a countdown before you get locked out of the system permanently. And so he's like, now he's got his iPad and he's trying to find the contact And he was like, do you have her info? And I'm like, he's like, because this thing is always kicking me out. And I go, hey, Dad, they don't care about her address. Just put your address in. It needs to be under her name, obviously, but it doesn't need to be her address. That has no relevance to this. He's like, well, sometimes if, and I can just tell that he is just fully at this point making things up. This has never been a problem. He's like, well, sometimes if it's not their address, then it's, you know. And I can hear him deciding, like, how far do I want to go into this lie? Like, because there is no universe in which she shows up for the reservation and they say, what is your address? Because it's on there. It's on my parents' account. She starts sweating. She's like, oh, what's my address?