Logic is as Logic Does.

There I was,

minding my own business,

trying to pump gas into Rodger

for his daily lunch 

(my sexy Ford Escort),

when suddenly a mysterious stranger

parked at the gas pump across from mine

catches my eye and declares:

You look like a....

VULCAN.

I guess all that hard work I've put into

concealing my ears has failed me.

Ya' win some.

Ya' lose some.
Ya' vulcan neck pinch some.

Okay bye!