Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as a would-be King Midas burst onto the scene, inexplicably dressed from head-to-toe in Skin-Tight Gold Spandex. "What are you supposed to be?," I asked, "an American Gladiator?!?" "I'm so glad you noticed," he replied, "I was just at a party last night where we had an American Gladiators theme." Frankly, dressed as he was, he looked more like an American Gladiola than anything else ... but far be it from me to Burst his Bubble. "So," I mused, "The party was yesterday, but you're still wearing the same outfit?" He practically glowed with enthusiasm. "I didn't change," he gushed, "I just love getting all this recognition!" As Barista Robb quietly noted, apparently some Gladiators defeat their rivals based on strength ... others rely on a certain stench!