You live with trouble.
A buddy and I were in University Mall parking lot with our girlfriends when we hopped out to help two girls pushing a vehicle. As we kept passing empty space and empty space, my buddy finally asked where we were going with the car. The one-word answer was, "Cottondale". I still hear that voice and answer when I think about it over 40 years later.
Chivalry died that day; or at least took a holiday.
Blondes...?
