I'm with you on that one Rena. I used to work the door at a dance club in a bad neighborhood when I was in college. I was the wand guy and I worked with two other guys that just stood there and looked tough (cause Im no Sylvester Stalone). We were supposed to give back whatever we confiscated at the end of the night (assuming it wasnt somthing like a gun, in which case we called the cops) but often, unfortunatly that would not happen if the manager had gotten his eye on it and it struck his fancy. Boy were those little gangster kids angry when they couldnt get their pocket knives or straight razors or mace or whatever it was back at the end of the night. At least we had disarmed them before the club manager robbed them. <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> The point is that power corrupts... no doubt about that.