I have a great rental van slow speed fender-bender story that occurred in Orlando circa 1985 involving some folks from Utah, a slightly inebriated guy from North Dakota, a Florida patrolman and me again playing the role of the "voice of reason". Scene one took place in a 7-11 parking lot, scene two three hours later in a motel parking lot. The punch line was the patrolman asking me "Do You know that guy?". Cracks me up everytime

JH

"It's not what I say that's important, it's what you hear" Red Auerbach