On my anniversary this spring I came across an ad in the paper for a 67 convertible. I called the number and found out the guy was leaving for a trip the next morning at 3am, and he had someone coming the day he got back to look at the car. The only time I could see it was 8pm that nite. Problem was I had reservations for me and SWMBO at a fancy restaurant a 7. It took alot of manuevering, but I got to the restaurant at 6:30, ordered light and kept things moving then casually mentioned to my wife that perhaps we could go for a ride after dinner. After 12 years she knew something was up so I fessed up and surprisingly she went for it. She might have second thoughts now though since I bought the car on site, and she now refers to it as the other woman!