I stopped at the gas station to fill up Moya. A van was blocking the pump I wanted to go to. After waiting for a couple of minutes with no sign of movement - or driver, for that matter - I turned around and backed into position at the opposite pump. There I stood, inwardly grumbling about the crazy-high prices and that cursed van. "Excuse me," a male voice said. I turned to see a guy in his mid-fifties/early-sixties. "You look great."
"Well, thank you," said I.
He moved as if to get into his van - yes, the one I was grousing about - and turned back. "Really. So great that I started to get in the wrong side of my truck."