icing on the cake

i'm in franklin. my mom and i were checking out while an old couple in the line next to us just finished. this was the exchange i overheard.

old man (looking left and right over his shoulder) - "where the hell are ya?"
old lady (from behind him) - "here."
old man - "well, where'd all our stuff go?"
old lady - "jimmy took it to the car, chester."

beautiful. two weeks in franklin might not be enough.