Gus

Random of the random...

Friday evening, having just enjoyed a couple of delectable fish tacos, I was traveling along a straight trajectory out of the establishment via the patio. A woman armed with a ginormous PURPLE package of Huggies (diapers) under one arm and a Negra Modelo (beer) precariously suspended from her right paw, started toward me. Intrigued by her lifetime supply of Huggies, I was caught off guard when she began yammering in my direction.

Huggies Lady: "ARE LOOKING FOR GUS?"

Me: "No."

Huggies Lady: "ARE YOU LOOKING FOR GUS?"

Me: "NO. I'm LEAVING.

Who's Gus?