He's filling his tank at the Citgo, but the logo on his T-shirt is decidedly Chevron. Why anybody would profess such brand loyalty as to own apparel for a chain of gas stations and then shop elsewhere boggles my mind. Was it a free shirt, the only clean one in his drawer? Is it his dad's shirt -- is he rebelling? Was the allure of less-expensive gas a quarter-mile down the road too intense to resist?

But then the light changes, I get closer, and I notice the text above the logo doesn't say the brand name. It says, "I Have Gas."