I pulled off the highway to fill up on the south side of Topeka. As I was getting out of my car, a t-shirt squawk rolled up next to me in a red 1989 Toyota 4Runner. He had brownish yellow teeth and a gaunt countenance punctuated by piercing blue eyes. He rolled down his window, proudly stuck out a large Tide liquid laundry detergent bottle filled with what he referred to as 'gasoline', and asked if I would please buy it from him. I said, "No thank you sir" and had a pleasant drive back to TITLETOWN.