For male readers: A man speaks to you.

You answer the phone, and expecting to find a real joker on the other end, ask, "What the hell do you want?"

"When I was nine years old," a calm, male voice says, "my father taught me how to shoot a rifle ...the rifle in my hands now ...the one with the nine power scope, through which I can see the name tag over your heart ...Jim."

You look down and realize you're still wearing a stick on name tag from your conference.