I was vacationing in Northern Idaho, pretty conservative territory. Anyway, I went out for a ride and met up with my in-laws at a golf course in a small town called Priest River.
As I rode up, ,I asked my broother-in-law where he stashed my clothes in the car, he said they were in the pink bag.

So, here I am walking through the pub to get to the restroom of the clubhouse in full kit, carrying my daughters pink Strawberry Shortcake bag, asking the guys at the bar, "Where's the restroom?"

Talk about chuckles heard halfway across town.