Nutter Sighting

Today, I saw a nutter.
In the streets of Lisbon on a Sunday afternoon, he enthusiastically directed traffic in the most random manner possible. I have been to Lisbon many times and every time have been offered Hash in hushed tones. I tend to decline as my computer keyboard comes with all the hash I need to get through the day. And a lot more besides.
His arms thrashed and waved as he waved at cars that were slowly driving up the road, vigorously blocked their way and pointed them onto the pavements or towards some trees. He leapt and threw his heart and soul into the bogus directions. No car escaped his attempts to direct them off the road. I defy you not to have laughed.
Then I noticed something. A woman gave him some money. What was this?
Pity? A friendly “push-off”?
So I looked again.
Yes, he was directing cars onto the path because he had spotted in his unique viewpoint, as an eagle-eyed pedestrian, two things.
One. A place to slot your car on a busy Sunday in a capital city.
And two. A gap in the market where he could offer a new service of parking space spotting for the beleaguered weekend driver.
He went up in my estimation.
Hats off to the European entrepreneur.