What if I were to tell you that one time at a movie theater in the suburbs of Chicago, I ordered a hot dog from maybe the most beautiful woman living in North America?
I ordered my hot dog and we had a nice little conversation about Dodgeball, which we both had recently seen and enjoyed.
I should have admitted I dropped it in the garbage. What if.
I fought the urge to George Costanza it and instead got back in line, excited to talk to the same woman.