Our pipe band had just finished playing a show in Nashville and my wife suggested that, since we were downtown, we should take a visiting friend to some of the famous honky-tonks on lower Broadway.

We hadn't been in the first bar for more than fifteen minutes, when a lady staggered over with "the question". For once I had the perfect answer, "Hmmm, why don't you ask my wife?".

We had a good time, but the night took a slightly stranger turn when a homeless guy asked me for a kiss on the way back to the car...