And me without a paddle to smack some folks upside the head. I have the uncanny ability to go anywhere at anytime and be next to the most whacked out folks ever. It happens at movie theaters, at the lunch line, and basically anywhere that I have no way out. And the Kenny Chesney Concert was no exception. I was standing at the rail at the front of the lawn. Standing next to we was a woman who hadn't seen a concert since 1976, and that is no exaggeration because she told me in a lengthy conversation she had with me. Then her friend came back and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs for each sound and she would slam her ham hock of a forearm onto the fence with the sound and power of the Hammer of Thor. She kept bumping me and smoking and the smoke would hit me right in the face. As we know, when a non-smoker is in the vicinity of a smoker they will experience the full effect of a lungful of smoke. So, I moved back to avoid the noxious cloud and she saw me and apologized. And t...