I was in boy mode driving through this parking lot the other evening around dusk and saw a lonely looking homeless woman over by the sidewalk with a cardboard sign. I sometimes give my spare change to the homeless (there are so many of them in L.A.) It’s not that I’m especially compassionate or religious or anything but I get this voice in my head saying, well, what if it was Jesus? I’d be the first to admit I probably do it because it makes me feel like I’m a “nice” person.

So anyway, I pulled over and she said, “Thank you, Ma’am.” Then immediately caught herself and seemed really embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry…Sir.” I smiled and said, “That’s Okay!” and drove off. I love when that happens – It really made my day.