text:  Gary's party, and I'm flattered to be invited, Gary, but unfortunately I can't make it. Then my wife says, well, maybe we'll invite him to the barbecue on Saturday. And I said, well, but what if there's somebody getting their lawn mowed next door? Do you want him cursing out and shouting at the people working on the lawn? She says, no, you're right. So we didn't end up inviting him, but he was at least a candidate in being invited, but he did not make the cut.