At the kettle corn stand in cowboy land Oklahoma the man stirring the corn offered to accept however much I had for a medium bag. I looked like I didn't have enough because it was a struggle to fish quarters from my wallet. I smiled and shook my head and gave him the full $4. "Doesn't matter to us. HE's watching over us." I smiled at him still, squinting against the sun. "You know who I mean don't you?" I nodded, too quickly, and said "Yeah I know who you mean."