I mean, I'm not really complaining because I feel like this is how the world should work. After our darty yesterday, I went home and said, you know what? I don't really just want to go home. I want to go get a beer, and I never drink beer. Beer is disgusting to me. But I was like, you know, I'm going to go get a beer. Went to a brewery, sat at the bar, got a menu, ordered a beer, said, OK, let me see what y'all got to eat. It was Taco Tuesday. That was a special. But I was like, I'm not really feeling the tacos. Then I saw they had wings. I'm like, bam, kind of like a wing connoisseur at this point in my life. I want to see what these wings have to say. Buffalo sauce. I bet. Just wash down some Buffalo Trace. Why not have some Buffalo wings? Ordered the wings. The lady brings them out on, like, this small little tin platter, three carrots to the left, three celeries to the right, ranch and blue cheese, and a total of six wings. I was floored. Six. That's it. Because in my life, when I go to Sweetwater, when I go to this new spot called, new to me, but they say, when I go places, they usually have wings by the tens. So I'm just assuming, and that's on me, you know, I'm assuming that when she bring out the wings, it's going to be a platter of 10.