Mr. Ball. Wasn't tucked into his pants?
Mrs. Postal. Huh-uh.
Mr. Ball. When he went in was it tucked in his pants when he went in?
Mrs. Postal. No, sir; because I remember he came flying around the corner, because his hair was and shirt was kind of waving.
Mr. Ball. And his shirt was out?
Mrs. Postal. Uh-huh.
Mr. Ball. You say——
Mrs. Postal. It was hanging out.
Mr. Ball. Mrs. Postal, this will be written up and you can read it and sign it if you wish, or you can waive signature and we will send it on to the Commission without your signature. Now, how do you feel about it? Do you want to do that?
Mrs. Postal. I don't know. I mean, this is all new to me anyway.