I was in Connecticut, sitting next to a guy who had his 8-ish year old daughter with him in the truck. He told her to ask for a radio check. When she did, one Mensa member keyed up and asked where she was, did she want a date and ooohh, the things he'd like to do with her. The dad picked up the mike and told the genius where the young voice could be found and he'd happily take care of the guy...and oh, by the way, that was my third grade daughter.
Oddly, across the way, a driver was dragged out of his truck by a previously uninvolved observer and given a black eye to remember the little girl.
Instant karma is a beautiful thing.