Just by way of things
Putting that hearing thing on the back burner as an apparently requested tale unfolds:
There are conference rooms and there are conference rooms, neither of which to be confused with the smoking room. This particular conference room overlooks a vast expanse of corporate ostentatiousness. A helipad is just beyond the window, and the geese at the man-made pond are kept out of airspace by a pack of dogs. Mayhap one may look up to watch the dogs chase the geese before someone at the table says something that requires a response.
The dogs work inside an electronic fence.
There is one dog everyone on the campus knows as The Happy Dog. He merrily crosses the electronic boundary and sits just beyond where the other dogs refuse to go.
We at work all tacitly, and privately, agree we like The Happy Dog. There's important work to be done here, which is why we're in this conference room, and this conference today may even be a pre-conference conference.
In that I don't do that any more, or at least in the fashion of the zeitgeist of a great mission (who am I kidding, we were making money), nor is The Happy Dog doing that any more. A change of corporate direction and the dogs are out out work. The Happy Dog re-homed with a DJ, who tells this story within this story:
While walking together, they came across some geese. "How about it?" he says to The Happy Dog. "One more chase for old time's sake?" And the dog says, "naw, I don't do that any more."
Which, if you look at it right, is Why A Bass.