RX: "I was just waiting for that little bulldog to get out of the way..."At this point, we make a somewhat abrupt turn onto Keystone Avenue...
RX: "Well, I don't know she's a bulldog; she just looked college-age."
Me: "Oh! Bulldog! Butler. For a minute there I thought 'bulldog' was some regional insult I had not yet encountered."
Me: "Oh, I've got a free lunch coming up..."Since then, "bulldogger" and "free lunch coming up" have joined "the anchorman isn't funny" in the Roseholme lexicon.
Me: "...at Shalimar. I filled my little card up."
RX: "Oh, I thought that my driving was making you motion sick and I was thinking 'Well at least roll down the window and stick your head out!'"