It's almost midnight. We're ready to tell nine guys that they're out of luck, no more shelter in the city of Seattle for them.
The phone rings. "How many guys you send us so far?" one of the shelter workers asks.
That shelter has a stated capacity of 75.
"How many guys are left?"
"OK, go ahead and send them."
Whew. Let there be peace in this place, and peace on the streets.