oh! I almost forgot. Last night, we ordered a pizza. We were listening to Dixie Chicks when the bearded, tatted up delivery dude showed up, as you do. He was on his cell phone the whole time. As we completed our transaction, trading pineapple and extra cheese for an Andrew Jackson, never once moving the phone from his ear, he raised his eyebrows at us, and sang along loudly with Natalie Maines, "But I'm arriving on a SIN WAGON!"