I try to live a spiritual life, I am not a greedy man, I don't take more than my share, I am not looking for what I can get out of every situation. So this experience was instructive at best. Not just the vehemence, but also the alacrity in which everyone came together with the express purpose of hating me. Right now the old guy (who is still parked behind me), is foaming at the mouth and singlehandedly trying to spearhead the movement himself. He is flailing around in his car, gesticulating wildly, like he's Annie Sullivan and I'm Helen Keller refusing to learn the sign for water. There may have some gang signs thrown in there too. I start to gesture back at him, what's the universal gesture for the "car no drivie?". Now we're playing charades and he looks like he is about to have a coronary. The elderly have no better friend than me, and maybe the heat was getting to him, but at some point he's going to have to figure this out on his own, and if this is the way he wants to go, my conscience is clear. So I get back on the phone to let Denyse know what's going on, and try to call our mechanic to figure out where to tow the car.
We had a show later that night, (Louisville Improvisors) and when I walked in a guy, (who'd had a couple of drinks) got very excited and effusive when he saw me, "Thank you for what you are doing for Louisville! Thank you!" "Sure", I said. I mean it, he said, "Thank you for everything you do for Louisville!". "You Bet", I said.