"I always knew you were up to no damn good in there," Gus said, shaking a scolding finger at her, "Well I'll have you know we men have similar meetings in hardware stores-" he clapped his hand over his mouth a moment, eyes widening, "No, I've said too much! Ah, dammit."
He shook his head and exhaled a dramatic sigh.
"This is why we have to keep changing our meeting place," he said, "You womenfolk already picked the bathroom, and we'll never be able to think of something better. Eventually we'll be reduced to farting in Morse code."