He bent down to pick up the pieces.

'This friend of yours must have been smoking exotic cheroots while writing to you,' reads the note and I laugh out loud, especially as the letter comes from Chuck Pfeifer.

Pi, upset, roars, Quit arsing around there and get cracking, and a dozen heads turn their way.

{{quote-newsgroup|1=en|date=4 July 1992|author=Frank R.A.J. Maloney|title=90210|newsgroup=soc.motss|url=https://groups.google.com/g/soc.motss/c/KbxKr9ryANg/m/wNowwArh1KkJ|text=As for sideburns, the attraction was lost on me even in the 50s, but big, anachronistic muttonchops on hippy boys were the cream in my coffee in the 60s.}}