I'm traveling up and down Vancouver Island on a Greyhound bus. As people come on and off I try to get them to invest in gum ball vending machines. After a long time of rejection a short, large, 80 year old man with a pencil thin mustache shows some interest. I tell him that if he joins me that in solidarity I too will grow a mustache. He turns around in his seat covering his face then turn around without his mustache. He says nothing, but I know it was his way to show me how much he wants to invest. Excited about our business partnership I look at the window to watch fields and fields of peacocks and miniature horses.