 And so I get out of the truck, and he drives away. The rain is freezing in my hair. There are icicles forming in my hair. And I'm thinking, there's no way I'm going to hit anyone with a bat. I'm just never going to do that. It's not going to happen. Maybe something's going to happen, and I can just stand with the bat at the door, and the guy will give me the money, and I'll be OK. I'm walking to the door. I knock on the door. And I'm thinking, something's going to happen here to make this OK. OK.