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My first job at Masonic Home and Hospital in Wallingford, Connecticut. As my first job, I had to feed people. I was 16 years old and coming in just to help out there because there's no other places for me to get a job, and my father got it for me. And I had to spoon feed old people who were senile. And all I wanted to do was just shove that food right in their mouths and get the hell out of that room as fast as I could. And then you couldn't do that. The nurse caught on to me right away. You're going to kill that person and you got to let them swallow before you jam food in their mouth. And you know, now that I'm the age that I am now, I don't even think I want to be in that situation and hope I'm dead before something like that happens to me. I have somebody having to feed me. Oh yeah, I'm embarrassed when my parents do it. I don't think... My dad will occasionally now. I'm not as embarrassed as much. But in the teens, my dad would hate wasting any scrap of food, right? So if I walked away from my plate and he's like, Wait a minute, there's still some scoops you ain't gotten. And he'll scoop it up for me. But, oh, you feed yourself, troop. I'm trying to think. Yeah, in those instances, once they're that far gone, it's like you want to give them an IV or something.