I usually only use my telescopes to check on ice fishermen, they see me by the ramp in my green coat and think I’m a game warden, kinda funny to watch em freek out. Then they realize it’s me and just give me the finger or tell me to grab a drink and come join em.
Had a coworker once named Armando who was quite a flamboyant server too. Hard worker, great attitude he got rich moved back to mexico and wound hooking up with his pool boy last I’d heard.
I liked hearing about that town in spain where they actually mailed the d.c. back to the owners, it certainly gets to point across.