High expectations

Last night, I was driving home from work at about 8pm, and made an impromptu decision that for dinner, we would have nachos. We're young, hip, and childless--we can rock that sort of meal if we feel like it. I made the decision just after driving by the grocery store, so I pulled into White Hen, assuming (correctly) that they would have enough ingredients to get us by. I pulled up to the door and parked behind this guy:Of course, I practically sprinted inside to scout around to find out what kind of person would drive this sort of combination of muscle car and promising description, but sadly I couldn't find anyone who I could conceivably place inside that vehicle. I purchased my chips, salsa, cheese and beans and headed out to wait in the car for the self-described "Big Thing", but alas, no takers. Is it possible it was the older, heavyset woman behind the counter??? We'll never know.