(day 12) En route back up, I had an interview at a weapons company. I was frazzled and disorganized, barefoot even; but the "application form" was hand-written in a 4x5 spiral notebook, so we exchanged apologies and carried on. My interviewer/hirer, Mike, said he expected me to "close a deal" Friday. I was surprised to see Phil there. When the intake meeting was over somebody said do you want to see the new weapon? She showed me how to fake my way past the security desk by pretending to be absorbed in my smartphone.