Not to worry. I missed it by two.
I'm the sort of person who wants to be absolutely sure a ship's sinking, before I jump ship.
And so I was in the water up to my neck before I finally figured, "Okay, the ship's sinking, so I'd better jump."
I wasn't here but two minutes when Rebel sent me a personal message, asking me to be a moderator of the DUmpster.
I was startled.
I have no way of knowing this for sure, but I always had the impression that management over at our old home sort of viewed me as a loose cannon.
(This however is not to be construed as criticism of our old home, for which I still retain much affection and goodwill.)
I don't think I'm a loose cannon--my shots are deliberately arranged, and just as deliberately made to look random--it's just that most are simply uncertain where and what my target is.
And I thought perhaps Rebel had the same qualms about me, so I told Rebel "Give me a couple of weeks to think about it, so you're sure this is what you want to do."
But just as I was shooting off that personal message, BOOM! I found myself a moderator.
Good times, back then, and even better now.