Hun we’re going to dinner.
Yes I know.
Your hair’s a mess!
Oh yes, I’m sure it is.
Not to worry though, I’ve got bristles both mounted and carved in the courtesy box.
Did I not remember to inform you that its top was removed for the season?
You should have driven something else.
The sun, the air blowing over your skin and wrapping you in comfort.
Why would I even think of another vehicle?
So you look like a gentleman instead of a gardener.
I’ll straighten it before we go in, I promise.
This eatery is where I proposed, today is the perfect day to go.
I thought you had forgotten.
How could I forget our anniversary?