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Things changed when a new gal was hired in Quality Control. Got a little more interesting. There was something in the air, and I don't mean Walkerene fibers either. Now I'm not saying that inspecting belt loop stitching on 439 pairs of spearmint green Knock-A-Round slacks is everybody's idea of a pig roast, but having a member of the fairer sex around sure didn't hurt things any. The shift chief assigned her the number 16, but after watching those rosy fingers dance around an inseam, she was sweet 16 in my book.