Don't mess with Sasquatch.
I was sober, but years ago I was driving across the desert southwest with my girlfriend. The low humidity caused my lips to crack and bleed. Desperate, I asked her for her lipstick. It was hot pink (but, as I said, I was desperate).
By the time we needed gas, I had forgotten about the lipstick. I pulled into the gas station, stopped at the pump, and turned to hand the gas cap key to the pump jockey (I told you it was a long time ago).
Just as I saw myself in the outside rearview mirror, the attendant also saw my face. He froze dead in his tracks. Nothing to do but smile and head for the potty (mens room).