 And I had to stop just like very quickly and just grab a sandwich from like a gas station. Oh, no. Well, just like no chicken chunks. I was hoping for a full-on trip to the Tropical Cafe where I would get run over. Next time, I want you to call the gas station ahead of time and be like, listen, I'm about to roll up. I want you to throw some chicken chunks out the window at me, and I will drop it. It was like a cold cut. It wasn't good. I wish they would just do away with two-day state cross-countrying.