Off topic obviously, but it’s legit to us gravel road rednecks. Wife has a meeting tomorrow and we were nearly 3 hours away from the Ville, so she asked me to tag along since she would have to make the trip herself. So we take 3 and a half hours to make it because of traffic. Eat at the first closet restaurant to the motel, Mexican, was good, have to cross the railroad track for 5 minute drive back to motel, and a train the length of the Mississippi keeps us from going 400 yards back to hotel. Ok, finally get back, wife decides she wants ice cream. Googles that talking bitch on her phone. She sent us right back next door to the Mexican place. Then the wife can’t figure out a way to eat the ice cream without a spoon. This takes 10 minutes to find a frogging spoon. I’m exhausted by now. So I figured I need a night cap or 2. So google liquor barn. Holy crap. Found a little side step place that sold me a pint of vodka and a cup of tomato juice for 30 bucks. I promised a Christmas card and air freshener.