At least for a little while, I'll let him sweat it out. I know it's not an urgent matter. It never is. I'm not physically turning my back to him, he's in another office across the country, trying to reach me by phone, email & IM. This guy drives me absolutely b@tsh*t. He's one of those guys that just keeps coming back to the well over, and over, and over about the most routine stuff. Everyone else gets it, why don't you?? I swear his first instinct is always to ask me, and maybe others for all I know, before actually trying to figure it out himself. And he doesn't retain anything. It's like that movie Groundhog Day. Every new day is like someone pushing his reset button, like there is no yesterday, nothing learned or accomplished. . . . . . Hmmm, that felt good to get off my chest. I think I'll call the fool now.