"One can never tell..." who will ring the bell. 

And other closely held maternal secrets.

As in ringing in... not only the new years, but your ears, to the point of tinnitus itis. As in the honorific of being the chosen one -- the one chosen to signal the opening and closing of yet another day, the open and close of watching those on the floor create first a stir, then leaving a mess to clean up. Chaos! at its best.  A familiar ring tone..."Who's going to clean up this $#&%?!"

"Watch live - stock traders while Wall Street is stalled " (come, be an inside trader for a few hours)

"Weigh your options carefully, dear..." Many times whispered through pursed lips, into my ears, before, finally getting through my "thick head!" 😖 "In other words, child (it was as if she thought I needed extra directions) ...look both ways, before even thinking about crossing Wall Street..." And, while she was at it..."And if you happen to find a farmer in your bell, Hillary, just wish him well, as he's probably coming to tell you your cattle's' future..." And, an added byte of advice, added for good measure..."If you're going to engage in inside trading, you might consider trading up on that no-good #$%& ...of yours!" 

“Wolves of Wall Street... meet Mother Bear😳" Saved by the bell, indeed.