I should work for the Dallas Visitor's Bureau

A friend is in town from Chicago, so last night I picked her up at her hotel, took her to see the "sights" - which apparently included a Body Pump class at the Y and a delicious and nutritious dinner of fro-yo from Yumilicious - and dropped her back off. I pulled up to the front of the hotel and we were chatting, when the valet guy came over and opened her door. My friend said, "Oh, we're just saying our goodbyes." And he got this super-awkward look on his face and closed the door. We started cracking up, thinking he TOTALLY thought we were lesbians and were about to have a makeout sesh. Ah well. Probably made his night. You're welcome.