Who are these middle-aged women hooting about "The Car Wash" and pumping their fists out of time with the beat? Oh, just your co-workers who you'll have to run into the next day and look them in the eye. There are margaritas at the table, though, so maybe they've all decided to do the right thing and get blackout drunk so nobody remembers. Tami's high-pitched shriek of excitement/fibbing tells the Car Wash ladies they did a fabulous job. ...Oh, and then there are shots. Glenn ordered shots. And he wants to propose a toast. Of course. Does he quote some Ben Franklin Poor Richard truism or Mark Twain anecdote? God, how about "Here's to living single, seeing double, and sleeping triple"? No? No. Glenn wants to toast to the fabulousness of Tami, of course. We'd be hypocrites to blame him for it. The teachers join in with their own hollered thanks for being so great, and Glenn babbles on a smidge too long, but all in all it's a fine toast to "our fearless leader." Tami, naturally, sends that praise right back to all of them, because she's rubber and they're glue, and some people just can't accept compliments.

And then -- AND THEN -- Dillon's third-most-popular karaoke bar is treated to the growly song stylings of Glenn as he belts out "Don't You Forget About Me," and I could just about die. Tami is delighted in that wide-eyed, constantly-looking-to-everybody-else way that happens when you are SO GLAD it's not you making an ass of yourself to the tune of the Breakfast Club theme.

Outside -- where we see that this particular establishment is called "La Palapa," like, SHOUT OUT, DRUNKEN BEE! -- Tami and Glenn wait for cabs. Glenn thinks this was a totally fun night and "we should do it more often, we should do it all the time." Tami says he'll reconsider that in the morning when his head is pounding. "You're totally worth it," Glenn says. "I wanted you to have a good night." You guys, this is so Mike Yanagita, I can't even take it. You can see what's coming, right? Even when Tami gives him the "You're so sweet," the international signage for "Thanks, eunuch." A cab pulls up, and Glenn chivalrously offers it to Tami. Then -- like a slow-motion freight train -- they hug goodbye ... and he lingers too long ... and then he plants a kiss on her. Like, if you could even call it a kiss considering their lips touch for 0.0003 seconds before Tami snaps back and brings the italics: "Oh, Glenn!" And then, in maybe my favorite of many favorite moments this week, Tami looks at him and covers up an embarrassed laugh with a sympathetic frown, and just goes, "Oh. Oh." You guys, it's the nicest/harshest thing you ever saw. Glenn apologizes, and she says it's okay, and he's mortified, and she gets in the cab and puts us all out of our misery/delight.