A short skirt.
A Gimmes shirt.
A Jones Soda.
Ain't life grand?

Is it too much to ask to just see Sardine?! Damn it, thwarted at every turn! Okay, okay, the actual mechanics of seeing her will pose something of a problem; I'll have to be pleasant and conversational while resisting the nigh-irresistable urge to kiss her each time I see her face. Nevertheless, I really want to see her. And I think she wants to see me, too.