In Mexico, years ago, the wife, spotting a restaurant, said "Pull over! Pull over!" We entered the cantina. I had a nice cold cerveza at the bar; she sprinted for the loo. I had plenty of time to finish my beer. After about 25 minutes L emerged and said, "Settle the bill." This I did. "We have to leave now." We did. "Head north. We must never return." And we never did.
cordially,
cordially,