Heading from Atlanta to Memphis there is a gas station right before you head over to Mississippi. We stopped to get some gas. I went in to get water bottles and hit the head. On the way out, I looked back and held the door open for the person behind me. It was George Clinton from the Parliament Funkadelic. He had the dreads, sunglasses and the cleanest whitest athletic shoes on. He had his hands full with a big box of fried chicken (damn it smelled good) and said, "thanks, my brotha," then walked over and hopped in a new GMC Yukon (or similar).
