Clown,
Here's my favorite story.
Starting back in my late 20's, for about 20 more years, my wife, kids, and I attended a large church regularly. On Wednesday nights they held dinners that were extremely well attended. You paid, went through the buffet line, then sat at long tables in a room about the size of a basketball court.
The place was always packed and LOUD. Really, probably over the fire code. There were only two ways in or out. One on each side of the room.
People arrived gradually, but leaving was an entirely different thing.
When dinner ended, everybody tried to leave at once. Both exits looked like sand funneling through an hourglass shaped like a V aiming for the door. People packed together shoulder to shoulder trying to get out. And it was loud.
Now here's the part I like. I'm very tall. In that room there may have been only one person taller than me. When I stood up, I could see over almost everyone's heads and they could usually see me.
Years earlier I had worked for a very busy family owned florist shop.
With all the noise from people talking and pushed together, I faintly heard, "Computer Man... Computer Man..."
I figured that might mean me, so I turned around.
Pretty far back behind me I saw am arm waving. It was one of the women who helped manage the florist shop trying to get my attention through that crowd.
So I waited for her, we talked for a bit, and made plans for me to come by.
I've always liked that story.
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