Right after I crossed in Nov. 1998, a soror saw me in applebees with my jacket on. As you may know, Applebees has a bar in the building, however I was sitting in the corner with a couple of my sands drinking water. The soror came up to me and said very sweetly "There is a bar over there, how do I KNOW you're drinking water?" and walked away. I no longer wear my letter if I even think that I'll be somewhere where I cannot proudly represent Delta. That goes for calls and signs too.