Last week I stopped by to visit a friend and his family. I didn't realize that he had switched to swingshift, and so wasn't home. I stayed to visit with his wife for a couple hours, and got talked into going shopping with her to help with the kids (6 months and 18 months). On the way out of the parking lot, I read aloud the bumpersticker on the car in front of us: "Nights of Passion. No Regrets in the Morning." And then, in smaller letters, "Portland Opera". On hearing the first two lines, she promptly turned around and went back to the store- to refill her prescription for birth-control pills.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)