Normally what a man does with his own time and money is no business of mine.
However when that love affair brings me nose-to-nose with a speeding Rascal piloted by a 300lb ex-football player, all of a sudden it becomes my business.
Luckily, in the face of almost certain death, my military training took over and I executed a perfect dive roll to safety.
As I looked up I saw one of the most hilarious sights I have ever seen; Mr. Cookier himself half-limping-half-running to the craps table while his rascal rolls to a complete stop up next to an ATM machine.
Yes, that's right. He was so excited to throw some bones he jumped offt of his Rascal before it even stopped moving.
That's true love right there folks.