"You understand why we observe new volunteers?"
"Certainly. Non-profit organizations have responsibilities to the public. So, please--" Jason waved his supervisor into his tiny, but tidy, cubicle.
It was a big city. It wasn't long until Jason's phone rang.
Jason's tone was warm and soothing. "Suicide Hotline. How can I help you?"
Jason listened for a while, then shook his head. "The car in the garage is so passé. Slicing your wrists is always nice, but I prefer to mix lye, battery acid, and--"
When Jason finished, he looked at his boss, who said, "The advice was good, but we never tell a client his proposed methods are cliché. Instead--"