Running errands on New Year’s Eve, I drove past a gas station on Beechnut and my attention riveted to a youngish man in blue jeans and a denim shirt pumping gas into his car.  His clothing was so well-fitting and the shades of denim so nicely matched that he looked to have dressed carefully casually for a date or a party, or maybe for taking a date to a party.  A person running almost-late for a big date is likely to resort to multi-tasking, but I’ve never seen anybody do it this way:  he was pumping gas with one hand and at the same time, brushing his teeth.