I cannot resist. When my kids were younger and went everywhere I did, they would moan as we got closer to the road the LFS is on."Not again, Dad!!" Many times, to aggravate them, I would gently pull the steering wheel in the direction of the store as we went past, as if the car had a mind of its own and was on auto-pilot.
Even today, if I get a little extra time coming at the end of the week and need to cut out of work early, that's where I'm going before I go home (actually, I try to plan my weeks this way!) Some guys find time to stop by the No-Tell Motel this way, some of us find time to stop by FishRUs. Does this mean I have got my priorities straight?