We'd had a great campaign, and to be honest, we'd had our fair share of beer that night, but I said, "You know what, I think we've got one more bar left in us." So we piled into a taxi, and this is our taxi driver, and I was sitting in the back seat, and he turned around and said, "Where are you going?" And I said, "Hang on, that is an amazing mustache." And he said, "I'm doing it for Movember." And I said, "So am I." And I said, "Tell me your Movember story." And he goes, "Listen, I know it's about men's health, I know it's about prostate cancer, but this is for breast cancer." And I said, "Okay, that's interesting." And he goes, "Last year, my mom passed away from breast cancer in Sri Lanka, because we couldn't afford proper treatment for her," and he said, "This mustache is my tribute to my mom." And we sort of all choked up in the back of the taxi, and I didn't tell him who I was, because I didn't think it was appropriate, and I just shook his hand and I said, "Thank you so much.
Habíamos tenido una gran campaña, y para ser honesto, habíamos tenido nuestra dosis justa de cerveza esa noche, pero dije, "Saben qué, creo nos está faltando un bar". Así que nos apilamos en un taxi, este es nuestro conductor, yo estaba sentado en el asiento trasero y él dio la vuelta y dijo: "¿A dónde van?" Y dije: "¡Espere! Ese es un bigote impresionante". Y él dijo: "Lo estoy haciendo por Movember".