Decades ago, working in my garage; I pop out to see a luxury car, parked with the trunk open and golf clubs standing in the roadway. I walk to the other side and see a gentleman with his son changing a flat. They turn to talk while the son leans against the car pushing it off the jack; Thud. I head back to the house, grab my jack and swing it under the car. On the ground as I'm seeking a lift point,"Are you a doctor". The gentleman seemed puzzled and I added, "I see you have golf clubs from the trunk". He responds, "No, I'm a lawyer". I stopped moving the jack, picked myself from the ground, looked at him and asked, "Could you write me a release of liability". He huffed, got down and moved the jack under the seat and began pumping. I shouted, "Noo, Noo, not there!", "I see papers in your car, just write a release of liability". He does it, but seems angry. I fold the paper, slide it into my pocket and finish the job. He snottily says, "How much do I owe you". My response, "Nothing, have a nice day". I didn't tell him that I'm an awarded Judge's son in the County he works and also carry the judge's name.