Some months later my sister drove her VW "Bug" from Cincinnati to visit me in my new job at the DuPage (then) GADO in West Chicago, Illinois. Some guys in the office had raved about a restaurant west of town, so we decided to treat ourselves to dinner. With a reservation at this popular spot and the beeper in my purse (I had the duty), we headed off for dinner. Well, yeah, it was nice, but when we were presented with menus I realized it was too nice — way beyond our budget. Mary and I covertly discussed options: Stick with appetizers, split an entrée, maybe feign sickness? Sickness, yes! I activated the test button on the beeper and it responded with an important, loud beeping noise. I told the maître d' I needed to use a telephone to answer my page, and when he said, "Certainly, doctor," I didn't correct him.