There's one in Daytona? How did I not know that? We just got back from California and went to the one on the Santa Monica Pier and it was AWESOME. We each had the blueberry lemonade! I had a shrimp alfredo type dish. Oh yum. Yum yum!
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it's both, maybe both happening at the same time.
Okay, so this one time as I was stopped at a light in traffic, this guy came running - well, more like flailing - across the street. Arms waving, kind of stumble-running (he was just really uncoordinated, trust me). So, to be a smart*ss, I yelled out the window, "Run, Forrest, run!" Poor guy turned around to see who yelled, but continued to flail his way across the street. He almost ran into a streetpole.
I'm also the person that yells "FORE!" if I pass a golf course.