So it's Friday night. Date night. I come home from work thinking pizza and a movie.
My "date" says, "Let's go to Tractor Supply."
Somewhere off in the distance I hear Jeff Foxworthy saying, "You might be a Redneck when your idea of a hot date is a trip to Tractor Supply."
Well, if I've learned anything about marriage, it's all about compromise.
Surely I could sacrifice one Friday night of my idea of a good time for his version?
As we enter the world of tractors, I immediately notice there aren't any tractors.