A Rod Stewart impersonator living above me stopped me today

• Rod: You're moving?
• Me: I am.
• Rod: You never asked for my permission.
• Me: (smiling, looking down)
• Rod: why so short and sweet?
• Me: I'm moving to New York.
• Rod: Ah then go on, go find fame and fortune.
• (Holding out his elderly hand, the only sign of age selling out his spikey hair and trademark sunglasses)
• Me: Thank you. I'll come look you up when I'm back.