Around here Jack in the Box is like the booty call of fast food; you usually only go there when it’s late and you need a little something. It’s fantastic and keeps you coming back, but you just don’t go there during daylight hours.
Even as a woman, I can sympathise with Nick. We are misleading creatures. First, we make out like we want something, and then, when it’s given to us, we change our minds, and say we don’t want it, but in actual fact, we really do want it. No really means yes, doesn’t it, lametothemin?