Actually, there is more than one thing. A lovely time with the BOBBers at
White Wolf Cafe, complete with surprise J.B. visit and a name-that-guy exercise, and then paying $0.999 a gallon for gasoline (that's 99.9 cents, dear readers) at a real gas station. Even if it was a Mobil station. Who I usually avoid. So I guess they get to be thankful that their price overrode any sentiment I might harbor.