Bill Murray once took a cab and found out the driver, who played the saxophone, never got to practice his instrument because he worked 14-hour days. Murray forced him to pull over, traded places with him, and drove the cab around while the cabbie played his sax in the back seat.
BM: “I said, ‘When do you practice?’”
Cabbie: “I drive 14 hours a day.”
BM: “Well, where’s your sax?”
Cabbie: “In the trunk.”
BM: “Pull over and get in the back, I know how to drive a car. ”
“Not only did he play all the way to Sausalito, which is a long way, we stopped and got barbecue. He [wound up] playing in what some would call a sketchy, weird place in Oakland at 2:15 in the morning. I was like, ‘Relax, man, you’ve got the [bleeping] horn! We’re cool!’ And it was great and it made for a beautiful night!”