Last night I was caught off guard. Out at a bar a friend asked me what I want for Christmas. Through some kind of miracle I didn't just point my finger at the boy across the table.
I was able to recover my senses and tell her I wanted not just a keyless entry for my car, but a remote engine start to get her all heated up.
Maybe I should have just pointed across the table?
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