lol.
Sitting in a conference room with dept heads and minyans debating intricacies and minutae of little practical import on the 'right' interpretation and future direction of effort to secure some patents.
After a particularly rare heated exchange between a coupla eggheads there was a silence as the dust settled some, lotsa staring at the long tabletop. The old CEO grabbed some Wrigleys from his pocket unwrapped it wadded up the tinfoil and shot it over to the corner looked around and said "Would you rather be right or rich?"
