Stretch to the Limit

I have this old friend, I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name, who seemed be people averse. His personal space halo was about as round as a silo on a farm.

This included things like drive through restaurants and toll booths. When exchanging money, Cloyce would situate his car as far away from the window or booth as possible. He would have to stretch as far as fragile human anatomy allowed to hand over payment. The poor attendant would need to reach out to their limit, often leaning out of their perch, until touching the money precisely enough to take it without a tumble to the pavement.

I teased Cloyce once that there were extension hooks with metal fingers which could be used to grab objects just out of reach. Funny thing: he seemed to give the idea a lot more thought than it merited.