One of our Halloween parties broke up around 3 a.m., and I was too wired to sleep, so began cleaning up some of the debris, when Excy's pager for the volunteer fire department went off. Hoping it wasn't any of our guests, he scrambled to get to his gear and get on down the road.
He was still dressed like a ghoul, in an old white dinner jacket, "blood" dripping everywhere...white face and black rings around his eyes...he is 6' and rather wraith-like anyway when he wants to be...
By the time he got to the scene of the accident (thankfully not any of our partiers), there wasn't much more to do, so they told him to go back around the bend of the road and stop any cars before they got to the curve so they wouldn't interfere with the police cars, fire-truck, and ambulance.
So Excy stands in the middle of the black country road -- no lights of any kind around -- and starts flagging down the first approaching car. It's 3:30 a.m. Halloween night in a deserted stretch of highway and some spooky looking guy is standing in the middle of the road trying to wave down your car? His truck is nowhere to be seen and they can't see the cars or flashing lights around the bend.
This car does not want to stop. He approaches, they roll away. They won't roll down the window. He tries again and they roll slowly further down the road...finally they see the police lights flashing through the trees and come to a full stop.