I was standing at the street corner, waiting for the light to change when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was waving his left arm from his car window, urgently trying to get my attention. Then, pulling out of his parking space, he stopped in front of me, blocking me from crossing the street.
Only after he lowered his electric window could I see who it was.
“I liked your sermon yesterday; I liked it a lot.”