A former cow-orker's favorite hobby was chasing women less than half his age until the wee hours of the morning almost every single night. He'd drag me over to Hooter's for lunches frequently, but I had to finally shut that option down as their food was horribly awful in every way imaginable.

He was also fond of the the many espresso drive-thrus here but again, didn't care for tasty java. It was all about how good the female baristas looked. I miss that fellow as he was quite the character; basically a super-sharp C++ developer in the body of 300-lb Harley enthusiast. (Although he drove a Hyundai like a grandma and would never ride a bike I'm certain.)