You were outside one afternoon in the summer, drinking sweet tea while sitting on a wooden bench in your yard. Soon, you hear a four-wheeler driving down the road. The person on the four-wheeler slowed down right in front of your house. You turned your attention towards the person as he lifted his cowboy hat up just to look at you. Damn.

"Whoo wee, look at you. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."