I am busy a little bit. As little as the only toilet at a rock concert. Because of audit, bless him… What audit is? … um, for simplicity’s sake imagine … well, for instance a man who shovels coal. It doesn’t matter where he shovels it. In a pile for instance.
And then two or three clerks appear. Completely smooth, with laptops – unbelievably serious. In short, auditors. They walk up to a fellow and say: