Once at a friend's wedding I took the shuttle with a bunch of people from the hotel to the wedding site. I asked the driver for his name and played a running joke on him where I "directed" him to the wedding location (I had never been there before). When we arrived, a man riding in the shuttle tipped the driver a few bucks. I got out and shook Joe's hand and said thanks. Fast forward to the end of the wedding, Joe was willing to drive more people than the shuttle van could hold and even waited at the hotel for everyone to change into causal clothes before driving us to the after-party bar. While loitering in front of the hotel, waiting for the last few people to board, he said, "they gotta hurry up, if my boss sees us he'll make me park the van." He was willing to help us out that much because we treated him like a person and made a connection with him. Joe in Portland, if I ever run into you again, I owe you a beer. Thank you. Now make a right.