Apple Sent Two Men to My House. No, They Weren’t Assassins. “I hope something goes wrong tonight,” said Tom, as he met my eye. He’d just finished petting my dog, and he was on his way out the door. “Well, not really, but you know what I mean,” he continued. I did, indeed, know what he meant. Tom, along with his boss Ezra, had just spent most of Saturday at my dining room table with me, trying to