Now, I really wish I could have gotten a picture of the guy whose car this is - pink polo shirt which didn't cover his beer gut entirely, white kahki shorts, blonde Glenn Beck hair, and a fucking porn stache.
I went inside and ordered my coffee, then grumbled to the very kind clerk about the guy bumping the talk drivel in the parking lot.
"Oh, he's here every morning," she said. "It's a little strange," she added with a grin.
I walked out fully intent on getting my Flip HD camera and Gorillapod to film myself driving up beside the car in my truck blaring "Deciple" by Slayer, leaving my doors open, and sitting down next to him and just drinking my coffee - but as soon as I grabbed the camera, he began walking to the car.
Mark my words, dear readers: THIS. WILL. HAPPEN.