There was a knock at the front door a while ago, some of Bonnie’s friends dropped by. Randal Flake came inside the entry way wearing a Roman Centurion’s garb, complete with sword. Randal is plenty tall to begin with; wearing his helmet, might have been a converted broom, he nearly brushed the ceiling.
I commented on how interesting it might be were they to be stopped for some kind of traffic violation. I'd pay good money to see that, "But Officer, I don't even drink, really!"