Kevin Spacey is the Mother of Invention

Will wonders never cease?

Hollywood actor-turned-theatre director Kevin Spacey has installed an 'autograph' flap at London's Old Vic theatre, so he can safely meet and greet fans following performances there. [...] he has now fitted a clever contraption that allows him to reach out to the crowd and grab programs and scraps of paper to sign without greeting fans in person. A source tells London newspaper the Evening Standard, "The flap was Installed last week. Kevin loves it. He signs autographs between 10:30pm and 10:45pm. Not only does it make autograph-signing much less hassle but he also feels safer as he doesn't have to open the stage door."

Am I the only one with images of an arm sticking out of a mail slot? There's Kevin Spacey, sitting awkwardly on the floor, his face pressed up against a steel backstage door, his arm out of the "autograph flap," flailing wildly, waiting for fans to come up and put whatever they want autographed in range... accidentally signing dogs, passers-by, cease-and-desist orders...

Anyway, as much as I admire Mr. Spacey for his ingenuity, I have to wonder... how do they know it's his arm?