As a lark, back on one particularly boring Sunday in 1992, with nothing better to do I headed down to meet some friends at "Hamburger Works." A friend of a friend happened to be my future wife.
Of course, I began the whole day off on the wrong foot. I used to drive a beat-up International Scout II that was so ugly, I had a running joke with myself that I would try to park next to a dumpster to save others the pain.
So, rumbling into the Hamburger Works parking lot, I spied a dumpster with an open parking space. As I headed to it, in slipped a Pontiac Sunbird. Dang. As I got out of my truck, I blurted out (I was trying to be humorous, really), "Hey, your car looks just great next to that dumpster."
Later that day, we found that we had a mutual dislike for Billy Ray Cyrus and his "Achy Breaky Heart."
On such things is love built upon.
Rick
PS, avoid the "Dollar Night' like the plague.