 A homeless gal. She's, like, right where I was going to park my car, you know. And, again, I am. So I'm just a guilt-ridden church-going, God-fearing Italian Catholic. So, of course, I feel guilty. You know, she's there. And she's sitting there. Not begging. Just sitting there. Of course, I slip her a little something. Go keep an eye on my car for me, will you? Not a problem. She's over there. Then I saw Dennis. I went over and talked to Dennis a little bit.