They couldn't build a wing large enough for all of us. My wife would send me there in a minute. We were going to the grocery store one day (across a four lane highway from BPS), and I drove straight into the BPS lot, parked, and got out of the truck. When she didn't follow, I knew I had made a mistake, got back in the truck, and drove across the street. I told her a tractor beam pulled me in, a la the Millenium Falcon to the Death Star. I think she laughed, but she knew then that I have a serious problem.