Key, That reminds me of the PX at Tay Nihn in Viet Nam had a girl at the door who would have to do the same thing with a marker across your receipt. Once, when we were back there for a couple of days, my battalion commander who was a tobacco chewing fellow from SC was going to the door with two sacks, one in each arm, when the girl asked to see his receipt. He told her it was in one of the sacks. She said she still had to see it. Well, he didn't have a temper with a short fuse. He had a temper with no fuse. He started cussin', threw the sacks on the floor, and started telling the folks their what they could do with the receipt and the goods that were now scattered all over the floor. He was one tough commander. Dee