Like a Hangnail in a Pickle Factory

My original sponsor in Alcoholics Anonymous was the "Fourth Step Monster" of my home group. This man actually carried Fourth Step kits in the trunk of his car--a legal pad, ballpoint pen, and inventory guide stuffed in a manila envelope--and he wasn't shy about giving them out, either. Whenever someone in a meeting made the mistake of admitting to thinking about maybe getting around to contemplating the possibility of perhaps someday doing a written inventory, I swear my sponsor began salivating. As the meeting closed, he would swoop down on the unsuspecting pigeon like an attacking eagle, and carry the poor soul off, kicking and screaming, to our "meeting after the meeting" at the hamburger joint around the corner. Not a pretty sight.