I met an old friend the other night. We had the customary celebration but I could sense that there was something amiss. It wasn't anything at work, I could fathom that. He is a man of substantial means. Could it be his family? I doubted it. His wife is a most charming lady and his only son an exceptionally bright young lad.
After much hemming and hawing, and several large drinks, he told me all. It seems his son is passionately fond of food and is expanding in all directions. They've been trying to get him on a diet and some kind of exercise routine, but it doesn't seem to be working too well.
"If only I could get someone who can be firm with him and make him stick to his diet....." he told me and asked me if I could have a word with him. I agreed, of course, and gave the lad a little talk, but I doubt it will have any significant effect
What I think my friend needs is an heir compressor.