Brief disclaimer:
I post this not because I’m mad. Actually, I was fairly amused by the sheer amount of effort my SF amigo went through to really take the dance to the next level on our poor FC corpses. Bunny hat, roses, everything. If I didn’t know any better, he wasn’t trying to be a jerk, he was asking me out on a date.
I accept the invitation. Lets have a nice dinner and a movie. And, who knows? Maybe somebody will get lucky. Keep it classy out there, Mr. KING plant dude.