 So imagine, Jack walks in there. He's heard that Jesus is there. He comes walking in, realizes there he is. Excuse me, pardon me. I'm asking people to pardon me because I'm going to go see Jesus. And people look and say, oh my gosh, that's a tax collector or a notorious sinner. Same word as a woman. Notorious sinner. Excuse me. You don't have to say excuse me too long, I would imagine, because people would get out of the way. Let him pass. Don't touch him. He's a rotten, stinking, defiled sinner.