After last night's show, I had to stop and get gas. While I was pumping, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a young black woman was staring at me. She was also pumping gas. She had a nice little sports car.

I watched the digital read-out on my pump for a little bit, then I turned fully in her direction. And it was then that she said, "Nice cape."

I sort of clumsily mumbled thanks, and that was the end of it.

Sometimes I wish I were more debonair. Nice cape. That's an ice breaker if I've ever heard one. Instead, I went home to my cat.