““And where's my ring? She laughs, drops her fists in her lap. 'Your Ring? Where's my ring? And why aren't you down on one knee?' Because I'm driving and because you're the one who asked me. Everybody knows the asker supplies the jewelry. 'Everybody knows? You made that up- how would everybody know? The guy always buys the ring.' Moneys tight. How about Junior Mints and a Coke instead? 'Deal,' she says.””
