The CFO’s car wouldn’t start this morning: dead battery. The CFO and Jr. were already out the door, driving the red Suby. It was all up to me. What to do? Who to call? Triple-A? Nah, Triple-A is for chumps. Luckily I knew the answer to my own question: I called Double-M. They perhaps are less well known that AAA but equally as effective. In a matter of minutes the guy was at the HQ (still in his pajamas) with a jumpstart for my vehicle, and a sausage McMuffin for my gullet. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call service.