I giggle every time I think about this. Several years ago, a friend of mine and I went dancing in Fort Worth, and afterwards we were just driving around and happened upon this cheesey place in the old part of town off the interestate called the Pink Poodle Cafe. I just had to check it out. It had these sticky old booths and those little juke box things at each one. It looked like all of the waitresses had raided the hair dye shelves at the Piggly Wiggly next door and I was surprised when any of them actually had teeth. There was some drunk old guy in a back booth who was loading quarters into the juke box and singing Amarillo by Morning at the top of his lungs. He kept falling out of the booth, and then he got up and walked his check. (well, walked, staggered) When the waitresses noticed they all took off running after him down the street... it was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life - pink aprons flying.. (their huge hair, being glued down by many cans of Aquanet, did not budge) I laughed so hard I cried. It was just like a scene from those movies that are supposed to be about Texas and everyone is like that. :) (This was our waitress... and I have depicted her kindly. Hah!)