...a guy behind me in the back seat popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes!
I guessed "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie? Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing, but about that time we crashed into the truck!
And as I'm lying bleeding there on asphalt, finally I recognize the face of my Hibachi dealer, who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me--EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG