A Mexican lady at a shul I often attend asked a friend of mine on Shabbos, "Why doesn’t the rabbi [me] go upfront and act like a rabbi?"
He told her that I wasn’t really a rabbi.
He should’ve told her that I was a hidden tzaddik and that I carried on my mission through my eyes. Just look in them to see the light.
Derelicts, Mexicans, and non-Orthodox Jews often call me rabbi.