I was standing with my back to the hors d'oeuvre table at my 40th high school reunion. I was catching up with a guy I hadn't seen since 1969 when I overheard a comment: "Oops! You're going to have to take that to Martin." I turned and saw a lady with cocktail sauce down the front of her silk blouse.rnThe endorsement made me burst with pride. But to many operators, pre-spotting garments borders on the crimi-rnnal or the foolish.
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