"Where's Your Wife?" :: "I Know What Women Want"
F1 weekend. In an effort to breathe life back into my life, I've started saying "Yes" to every invite I'm given. Daniel had an extra ticket to F1 (nice main grandstand spot this time) so I said "Yes" and bought it from him. Part of the ticket is a pre-race walk on the track and seeing the teams setting up in the garages, etc. That was today. We figured we'd see some FCA people there. Sure enough. Ron... not sure if you remember him, but if you saw him you would. He had the "ROMAN" plate and always blasted Italian opera out of his car at the Hangar. He walked up... "Hey [J]! Where's your wife?" I sort of stopped dead a bit, not sure how to answer. "Oh, is she not with you... too cold today" "uhhh... no, she's not... " "Not with you?" "Yeah... not... not *with* me" He could tell by my reaction there was more to it. "Wait... do you mean not 'with you' with you?...

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