He wasn't a successful man but he gave the impression of being one, and when he took us outtolunch I marveled at the peremptory tone with which he addressed the waiters, brisk unsmiling men in starched white aprons who, in that adult room of wood paneling and cigar smoke, thoroughly intimidated the lanky, nervous adolescent I then was.
But I suppose if a facial is that important to you, and you don't want to get fired for taking a two-hour lunch, the faster you get in and out the better.