man, some of my clients in nonprofit were soooo entertaining. I had this one guy, a little Indian dude named "Bobbi", who said he was forty but looked about seventy, and always wore huge thick glasses and a baseball cap perched way on top of his head. he kept coming in and getting very indignant and having me call all these former employers dispersed throughout Pennsylvania and scold them for permanently crippling his vision by turning on the lights without warning him first and stuff like that. Then he started a "business" and asked me to give all my morgage-counseling clients his flyer, which was this densely-typed, eloquent but incorrect English thing about refinancing your house with SAP U. BOBBI INC., with phrases like "You must telephone Bobbi immediately, so your skin is not to be chopped away unjustifically! Please include your credit card number, expiry date, PIN number, ATM number, Social Security Number, bank account number, date of birth..." i illegally faxed stuff like this to my other non-profit friends...i gotta see if any of them have it still.