Scene: Kitchen table. Joey’s eating his A-B-C’s & 123’s. I’m reading the paper. The contents of my wallet lay spread upon the table, drying from their recent trip through the washer. (“But Honey, I was going to wear those shorts!”/“For the THIRD DAY IN A ROW?!”). Joey regards one card intently.
Joe: “Harold…umm….this doesn’t make sense.”
Me: “Huh?”
Joe: “Well…this says Auto-Zone Re-Wards.”
Me: “Yeah…”
Joe: “There’s nothing rewarding at Autozone.”
Yep
