He said, "Billy," said, "I'll have to give you a little shampoo," said, "you got so much dandruff on your coat." And I said, "All right, Jimmy." And he talking about coon hunting, and he reached back (I was his pastor; he taught Sunday School; he was a fine man.) to get what he thought was this Lucky Tiger Shampoo, to throw on my head, and it was carbolic acid. And I wore a stocking cap in my pulpit for weeks. Today, that still bothers me.