One More Reason I'm Glad I Picked Franz

As we were leaving a lovely evening at the local dinner theatre where we'd been entertained by Annie Get Your Gun (the best show they've put on to-date, if you want my opinion), we pulled up next to another couple out for a date that night. Their lifted Toyota Tundra was caked in dried mud from the gunked up, knobby tires to the splattery roofline. It was so tall I couldn't see inside, but the passenger window was rolled all the way down, and from it was extended a girl's arm, loosely holding a cigarette between her black-nailed fingers.