Pio never knew why they were calling him a "runner." He never had to rush. There were times when he had to wait and wait, until someone would need something done. He noticed serious naming problems everywhere. There is a waiter in a restaurant, and a patient in the hospital, but to be honest, the patient waits, and the waiter has to be patient. He thought the world would be much nicer if proper words would be used. He’d seen his own title as “Useful” or "Everything." Sometimes he thought he was asked to take a package somewhere just to make him feel useful. So many times, he was helping someone in the house without even going outside. And when he was asked to go out, it always rained. He tried to remember to take his big black umbrella with him every time, but when it failed, a newspaper was good enough for short distances. He thought, "What will happen when the newspaper will become a piece of plastic that changes the pages electronically – would it give me a shock? What will it be called, although probably in a non-consistent way?" But the biggest problem he had was with the suggestions given to him by the speller. His texts were always filled with unusual words, so when he spell-checked it, he frankly suffered.