Exhausted and sick, I finally arrived in Boise, ID after three days of driving. I checked in to the Holiday Inn and walked across the parking lot to Applebee’s. While eating, an elderly couple was seated at the booth across from me.
I heard the kindly old man say to his wife, “Well, here we are at Applebee’s, dear.”
It was like the ham-fisted first line of a bad comedy sketch.