When I reached the Cadillac, the man had ceased honking. He just sat there looking awfully superior.
I stuck my head in the window.
"Mister," I said, stuttering as much as possible and scratching my head in embarrassment, "I'm terribly sorry I've held you up. I don't blame you one bit for being annoyed. But really, my leg's bothering me something frightful and I was having a rough time."
His jaw dropped. He blew his nose. Then without saying a word he backed his car the length of the block and departed by way of another street.
I skipped back to the Lincoln and parked at my leisure.
So you see, Hymie, we really learn a few practical things at Harvard.
Sincerely, Bill.
P. S. I'm also learning to think here at Harvard. Of course, I don't know if that has any practical value in government.