#6 without the gun. I have that expression on my face almost every minute I’m at work. It’s nothing but a prison sentence. Counting the days till I am eligible to walk out the door with a full pension. And I won’t stay one day longer like almost every feeder driver I work with. They all seem to want to die in the seat. 60-75 could walk out the door Monday, yet they stay. What a miserable life.