It was a rainy day.  

Gloomy.  Sad and empty.  There was rain and not much else.

But I had errands to run.  Gloom or not, errands must be run.  

I found myself driving up the street in my little pick-up truck, recycling waiting to be recycled in the bed, listening to some fellow who called himself "A Shadowy Figure."  

He was saying stuff.  

I wanted a drink, but I had left the Scotch at home.  Any Scotch is better than every anything else, but, if you have no Scotch, you have to make do.

I was beginning to wonder to myself, has this Shadowy Figure fellow taken his shtick one step too far.  

Then he said something.

And I found myself laughing out loud all by myself in my little pick-up truck.