Just as I was finishing my Friday interview with Tim Wood and Tony "I pray it's really over now so Armageddon can begin" Cherniaski, the hot line on my desk rang out. The number flashing on my caller ID caused me great alarm as it belonged to......the famous Foley Coffee Shop! Glancing at my watch I was shocked to find that I had "over interviewed" and it was already 10 blasted minutes past my lunch time! Rats!! Figuring that things must be really slow over there and Woody, being as nice a former Navy Seal as one can be, must be calling for my order. Snatching up the phone on the third ring I began "I'll have the chicken tender dinner and"...."Where in the sam hill are you?" the voice on the other end shouted, interrupting my very professional sounding order. "Sam who?" I asked "and did you get my drink selection?" It WAS Woody and he was not amused. "You better get your economic forecasting, chart reading fanny over here NOW because we've got a problem!!" "Well, maybe the grills just too hot or... "It's not the grill you, you, you...just get over here NOW!" As I sped to the scene of whatever was wrong my cell phone rang. It was Dale. "What's the current price of oil?" he asked. "What?" I replied, a little surprised by the abruptness of the question. "Oil, what's the current price of oil right now?" he demanded. "Well, I'm not sure. I left in a pretty big hurry heading your way, but it's down if that helps. Hey, what's going on over there? Woody called me and somethings got him pretty upset." "Down. It's down. Hey Charlie, I'm gonna need that stool" I heard Dale shout to someone other than me and then the the phone went dead. He just hung up on me! Being that I was actually pulling up to the back entrance of the building when he called, I just blew it off and went on in. Even I was shocked at first at what I found. Most of the tables were pushed to the side and the chairs were lined up to look like some kind of a snake! Wait a minute. Something about all this looked awfully familiar. "We did it!" Mark exclaimed as he caught sight of me entering from the back of the restaurant. "It took all the bar stools as well, but we made it. Mike didn't want to give his up at first but Dale told him he wouldn't baby sit his dog anymore if he didn't. Boy he moved in a hurry then." As my eyes adjusted to the scene, the picture jumped out at me just like I've seen it so many times before. It was oil's parabolic price chart laid out in chairs and bar stools running across the floor and out the front door and reversing just short of Highway 59!!! "Good thing oil topped when it did or we would've had to stop traffic" Dale said as he and Mark proudly looked over their newly created art work. "Woody's gonna kill us all!" I said. "Nah" Mark said. "This is unique. How many places can you go and see something like this?" "You mean other than the nut house?" I said. Just then I noticed what they'd done. It was a monthly chart, and each chair had the high, low and closing price listed on it. Then I witnessed something truly remarkable. People began to browse around and pick out certain prices and sit down. Toni and the rest of the waitresses glanced at each other and slowly began to take orders.  Woody, seeing orders begin to flow in, just shrugged his shoulders and went to work. Sensing the danger had passed, I slapped the boys on the back and said "good work you crazy fools. You've really been paying attention, maybe too much". At that we made our way out the front door near Highway 59 where the chart peaked and sat down. "Yes, I'll have the chicken tender dinner and......."