This conversation is about a month old, while I was still working at the theme park.
Me: I need to find the closest Chick Fil A to the park, so I can eat before work.
J: I don’t know if there is one over there…
Me: after using my handy Google Maps skill. It looks like there’s one on Collins street?
J: Oh yeah, I know where that is. There’s a Hooters over there.
Me: evil, unhappy silence
J: Well, it’s next to the Hooters
Me: confused as to how this makes it any better…So you just know about anything in the surrounding area of any Hooters in the metroplex.
J: No… there’s a shuttle that stops over there to take you to the Rangers games.
Note: This may not be as humorous to anyone else, but I find this story to say everything about my husband and his love for sports and his utter apathy for Hooters waitresses, et. al.