The downfalls of going to a small, independently owned liquor store:
I have a weakness in which I indulge every weekend: Sour Apple Martinis. I like cosmos. I love margaritas. Malibu w/pineapple is my bar drink. And my girls are turning me into a flavored-Ciroc fan. But when it comes to what I am going to mix at home, it's all about that sour apple, for some reason!
Friday night, I walked into my friendly neighborhood store for my "weekend libation."
"I want something new this weekend," I proclaimed.
"Mm-hmm," said the clerk.
I walked all around, with this silent perusal: "Do I want rum? I don't feel like rum! Ugh, gin makes me sick! No vodka! I'm tired of weekend martinis!" Etc. Etc.
I walked to the counter and looked behind there.
"I really want something new."
"You say that every time," the clerk reminded me.
I stood, indecisive, while she asked me about my son. "13, right?" said the store's owner.
"And going on 23, tall as he is!" said the clerk.
I sighed. The clerk decided to make it easy on me. "I already know," she said. She grabbed the sour apple pucker and some vodka. "Go to the grocery store and get your juice. It's too expensive here!"
I couldn't do anything except laugh...
And pay for my stuff.