Popped into Gasoline Alley on the way home from poking around in Dillard's, and this was our scary booth companion as we munched on potato skins. Gotta share this one, though: On the way out, we kind of got in the way of a young man obviously in a hurry. Admittedly, I was struggling to get my sunglasses on (my eyes are still sunlight sensitive after cataract surgery) while trying to navigate steps and not drop packets of crackers and my billfold. The kid stopped, told me to take my time and - I swear to you this followed - "I have a grandmother like that."
No, son, I beg to differ. You will never find your grandmother's foot up your sorry ass.