This afternoon, I was trying to install a compass on my motorcycle, and having a hard time of it. After disassembling the bracket to turn it over, I discovered that they had designed the bracket so that it only fit one way. "There's no useful way to mount this compass," I grumbled to Deborah. "Must be a Tates," she said, without looking up from the computer. I hadn't heard of this brand or type of compass before, so I asked what she meant. "Oh, you know," she said, "he who has a Tates is lost."
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