When I was pulling out of the parking lot at work yesterday to head to the P&C to pick up a few things, a big white SUV driven by a big guy with facial hair drove past me. I was behind him all the way to East Hill Plaza, and noted the "I'd rather be belly-dancing" bumper sticker. As I walked into the store, I realized he was the walking in behind me. I turned and asked, "Was that you in the white Mountaineer?" He looked confused, but admitted it. "So... you're into belly-dancing?" He cracked up, and said, "No, that's my wife."
Unfortunately, the P&C was entirely out of asparagus. *blink* "It didn't come in today."