It's only, 24 hours to Tulsa

Hopefully this will not be Dave's experience of going through American customs tomorrow.

Lay off the pancakes the size of your head. Drive on the right. The dress code says pants, but don't take it literally. Don't fnar at the mention of fanny packs, I did offer you my 80's bum bag to take with you, you said no. Come home safe. I get to go to St Kilda now surely? And finally, dinna fret, I'll keep the ironing home pile burning for you. Haste ye back.