But they were like outside taking pictures of me. They're like, put your hands over your head. Make a pose pointing to the sign. I'm like, you guys, these are never going to post it anywhere. Ready to party. And then the guy inside was like, I need your phone number. I'm like, well, I'm not going to give you my real phone number. My friend's like, you dummy, don't say that. Just give the fake number, you know? I'm like, I don't want you texting me. My kids use my phone.