Oh, by the way…not that you were keeping track…but the Realm™ turns three four years old today.
Back in the day (translation:  a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (grin)), my dad toiled as a security guard for more than a couple companies.  One of his posts was this strip center in North Richland Hills – a 48,000 square-foot complex with one area about 15,000 square-foot of that.
It just happened to be down the street from a bowling center.  Bowling, at the time, was one of my passions.  (Still would be, if it didn’t tear up my hand every time I threw a few games.)
One particular Saturday, I was with my dad while he was at work.  And I knew the center was there, and I wanted to go bowling while he did his guard work.  So he gave me $20, and sent me on my way.
With the keys to his car, and an admonition to stay on the side streets & parking lots.
And yes – I drove.  And managed to not hit anything there, or back – as it turned out, I was pretty good at the driving thing.  (Mind you, this was the early ’70s, when there was far less of a paranoia about kids doing things that would put fuckhead busybodies in a tizzy today.)
Contrast that with this story, where audible gasps of indignation can be heard all across the Dallas-Fort Worth area and beyond.