So I was downtown waiting for the missus to apply for her Concealed Weapons Permit and across the street from the Regional Office of Division of Licensing is Miami Police Department. Basically every single building in a 3 block radius is government so I was forced to stay out o the sidewalk or break the law but being in front of Miami PD gave me a chance to interact involuntarily with certain “Ladies of The Trade” who were trying to bum from smokes to cash.
When the Missus returned, I told her about the Street Walkers. She looked at me and said: “I am applying for a concealed gun permit while you are being picked up by hookers right outside? There is a country song in there somewhere.”
And that is why you cannot beat Southern Women.