Did some IT contracting once for an ancient miser-lich geezer. 3-piece suit in the house type fella, prolly some baron of a technology we’ve forgotten how to pronounce or some shit, lol, dude was comically old.

Blew ass just constantly and had no idea. Smiling and exchanging pleasantries? Imagine a few notes on a keyboard, an amateur noodling around - textbook, permanently fungible farts. No acknowledgement or apology.

Turning and walking across the room? A growing crescendo, with budding themes that begin to hint at the grace and mastery of the performance to come.

Reaching and lowering to a position of rest - ah, the virtuoso has now begun. May we listen, and weep.

It was a surreal experience. Like a deaf, grinning, be-suited Mongolian throat singer, if one of the otherworldly tones came from his butt.