 Took him down the line and, you know, bought him a meal. But the guy never said a word to me. But anyway, I fed him. And then I was on my way. And he naturally put a few things in his pocket, but, you know. And I bet your bucket was filled even more than his was. He didn't have the words, might have been mental health issues, whatever, but you got him a meal. Right. So it clearly blessed him, but it blessed you more, didn't it? Oh, yeah. Well, you know, my grandparents...