Since I'm not traveling or doing anything in particular, my day off has a wonderfully delicious hooky-playing sort of feeling. I'm just back from running a few errands - first I went to get gas. Already busily fueling on the other side of the pumps from me was a guy in a cream-colored Escalade. As he replaced the nozzle and fuel cap, I ducked around to his side, saying, "Sorry, I've just GOTTA see what it takes to fill up that Escalade!" The answer: fifty-two (5-2) bucks.

My surprise must have shown because he laughed and said, "You know what's worse? I wasn't even on empty! There was between a quarter and a half already in there!"

I said, "Are you kidding?"

He replied, laughing still, "I wish I was! You just don't KNOW!"

"At least you have a sense of humour about it."

"What else I'm gonna do but laugh? It's not like I can sell it - nobody but me would buy an Escalade in times like these!"

"Yeah, but you look cool, though. Let's think about what really matters."

"[laughs] Yeah, but you look pretty cool there in that drop-top, and it's not costing you fifty-two bucks!"

"You have a point. Take it easy, man."

"You too, pretty lady!" So he took off and three pumps over, this guy pulled in driving a generic sedan, maybe an Altima or something. Except for being dressed normally, in jeans and a button-down, this fellow looked exactly like Riff-Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show! He had the same angular face, same chin, same blond hair: receding in front, shoulder-length although very thin in back - total Riff-Raff 'do. He wore gold wire-rimmed glasses but he had purplish shadows under his eyes, though I suspect his were natural and not the result of make-up. I saw Riff-Raff at Sam's Club!

I took some pictures while out and about. Georgia is very green and lush in the springtime. Despite my frequent griping about traffic and other sundry issues, I don't want to live anywhere else. It's lovely.

MONTOYA DELENDA EST!