We're going to an out-of-town restaurant to avoid the inevitable embarrassment when W offers to treat me and tries to pay with Uckfield Pounds!
On the way to the restaurant we passed a car dealership, and W asked whether we could stop to take a look round.
It wasn't quite dark yet, so I agreed — though I forbade him from speaking to any salesmen and utterly prohibited him from signing anything!
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