When I'm Seymour's age, I hope to God that I'm sitting by a cool stream with fishing pole in my hand and not in some crappy shareholder's meeting in hotter than hell Arizona yelling like a crazy bastard.
Guess you've never been out here during the summer. The standing joke is that one needs a coat for the indoors. I'm sure that the AC in the room was cranked low enough to hang meat in there... B)