Rick groaned and asked, “You know they're gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.” “C'mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can't come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!” She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?” Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.” He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I'm letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.” “Fine. You can drive.” Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”
