Troy and I couldn't decide which movie to go see last night, so we opted for dinner at Logan's Roadhouse and then we went across the street to Blockbuster to pick up a rental flick. Troy, being the chivalrous gentleman that he is, came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me to get out. Then he pointed to the east and said "So what do you suppose they sell there?" The drink I had with dinner must have been stiffer than I thought it was, because I giggled like a ten year old the entire time we were at Blockbuster.
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