Those of you who know me well know that I am a complete lightweight when it comes to the consumption of alcohol. I don’t drink very often, and when I do I don’t actually get “drunk” because I don’t actually drink more than one of whatever it is.
For future reference, what I DO get is – uh – interesting… But I’ll just skip that for now…
Tonight, Judy and I decided to have dinner at a local Chinese restaurant…
Waiter: “Can I stalt you out with somesing to dlink?”
Judy: “I’ll have a lemonade, please.”
“And fol you, sul?”
Me: “I believe I shall have a glass of Merlot, please.”
“Vely good sul. Wourd you rike that cord or loom tempelatule?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Wourd you rike the wine chirred or walm?”
“Oh – chilled, please.”
“One grass of melrot, chirred. Thank you.”
“Thank YOU.”
The waiter left and Judy’s eyes met mine…
“What?”, I asked…
“Nothing,” she replied as she broke into a really large grin. “I can drive home.”
“Not necessary – they always water down the wine here.”
“OK,” she responded…
Well, we were both right.. The wine was watered down…
And Judy drove home..
Am I pathetic or what?
That is all.. Thank you for your support…
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