Right, Rob. This guy reminds me of a Jonathan Winters radio skit from the sixties. A young man is cast ashore in a tropical paradise. The tribe’s gentle medicine man takes him under his wing, and teaches him the local ropes, ending each instructional aphorism with the words, “my son.” Eventually the guy screws up and goes to bed with the wrong girl. When he’s hauled out before the tribe to be executed, he appeals to his teacher, saying: “But I’m too young to die.” After a short silence, the medicine man comes back with a quiet: “T.S., my son.” Of course that was in the sixties, so Winters quickly explains, “Tough situation. That means ‘tough situation.’”
