"courtesy."

I'm shut behind closed doors but I can't hide from the smell of burnt microwave popcorn drifting through the cracks from the next room. Nor can I think of a good reason why two well-paid desk jockeys would be too scared (or maybe too good) to leave their cubicles and come play at Splash Mountain.

Inspiration strikes at the strangest times. Aboard the shuttle this morning I had a sudden brainstorm so brilliant that it made me smile all day long, even after my new trainees didn't show up. Every little thought, every sudden idea kept developing it into something even bigger.

Then I realized I didn't know the first thing about bringing this idea to fruition. But if I went into anything new knowing exactly how to do it, then what would be the point?