At the supermarket:
I noticed the 50-ish man buying borderline posh beer, and bananas. He was dressed like someone gifted him new L.L. Bean shirts and trousers for Christmas. Anyway, my brain, being my brain thought, "He probably drives a Prius too."
I'm pleased to report, as I was making my way to the car park, Mr. Beer and Bananas was as well...to his Prius.
Damn, I'm good. No really, I am.