Fear and Ledgers in Las Vegas

We had two bags of adding machine rolls, seventy-five pencils with eraser, five sheets of high-powered ledger paper, a saltshaker half-full of stamp ink, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored postit notes, book marks and highlighter pens... Also, a quart of evian, a quart of cranberry juice, a case of batteries for calculators, a pint of raw tippex, and two dozen paperclips. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into locked a serious set of accounts, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the postit notes. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than an accountant who's run out of postit notes, and I knew we'd get into that rotten state pretty soon.