Hot time on a Saturday night

Cruising down the parkway, coming home from a 7 AM to 7:30 PM shift, blasting blue grass on the radio, drinking day-old McDonald's iced coffee and snacking on Fig Newtons may not be everyone's idea of a hot time on a Saturday night. But the weather is finally mild, almost tender. The moon is low and enormous. All I need now for the perfect evening is to finish ironing my scrubs so I can start all over again tomorrow. Maybe I'll doze off cuddled up to Claude Rains in Mr. Skeffington, that romantic fool.