About 15 years ago I was leaving Six Flags with my family and as I was crossing I20 to get on the westbound ramp there was a large Male Democrat standing in the middle of the overpass in my lane waving me down. At first I thought there must be a wreck or some kind of medical emergency but a flag went up in the back of my mind, so I reached into the console and grabbed my 1911 and laid it in my lap. As I pulled up to a stop he was at my window so I told him to back up a few steps. He saw the pistol laying in my lap with my hand on it. He backed up several steps and stopped then asked me if I could spare some cash. I told him no but I did have something for him as I reached across with my left hand. He hollered oh my God and took off running as fast as he could. I was just going to hand him a coke and a couple of bags of cookies. Oh well, try to help someone...