So yesterday I'm driving the moon car and I pull into a gas station. I'm about half way filled up when some guy in a minivan pulls into the spot opposite me. I look over and smile at him for an instant for no reason in particular.

Strangely enough, this dude gets scared. I'm not kidding, for some reason this guy was scared of me. Because he stays in his car for the 20 seconds it takes me to finish topping off. I go into the store and pay and then come back out to my car, and I'm feeling slightly wierd so I look at him again, and only after I get in and start to pull away does this guy get out of his minivan and start filling up.

Now ok, so I'm six feet, about 210lbs, my teeth aren't all that great, and I haven't shaved. I'm wearing ripped jeans, a flannel shirt, and a ratty jacket; and I'm still driving my piece of crap car with the dents and rust. But am I scary? This is what half the population out here looks like.

I wonder if he knew I was an attorney. Maybe he was afraid I would sue him.