Well, I just can't remember anything definite, but you know when you work
with a lot of people, there's always somebody who's going to be
dissatisfied in some way, shape, or form. But I just never paid any
attention to it it. [pause] There was one
time! There was a lady come to Conover Glove from—oh, I can't remember
where she was from, and now what was her name? Blanche, do you remember
her name?—Anyhow, she supposedly was to help the Shufords so that we
could make production and make a better glove. But after she was there a
while, all we employees realized that she didn't even know how to make a
glove! And I remember very distinctly one day—she wore glasses—and one
day she rubbed one of the employees the wrong way,
and she stood up and pulled the glasses off of her and told her she was
going to knock her down. And, let me tell you, that lady got out of
there. She got gone. But she really didn't. She'd come around looking at
our gloves and we could tell that she didn't know how to make gloves
herself. I don't know why she ever come here, or what her purpose was,
but she didn't come back. They didn't ever try anything like that
again.