Here is what is in our liquor cabinet:
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A $24 bottle of fancy craft gin that we bought
last year after we toured the distillery. It is unopened. We need to make
friends with people who drink gin.
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All the weird stuff Primo had when I met him and
that we have never opened, including crème de menthe, peach schnapps, Jägermeister, and not one but two
bottles of coconut flavored rum. It will probably still be there when we die.
Who drinks that stuff?
In 24 hours, I have another blood test, so I don’t really
care what is going on with Sly and Doris. I’m just glad she was able to get out
of bed this morning. First, do you know what a hassle it would be if she died
in our house? Second, I want Sly to die first so Doris can have a few years
without him.
Primo is dealing with them. As he should. They are his
parents. No, he didn’t ask to be born to difficult people, but they are not my
parents and I don’t want anything to do with them.
They ate breakfast before Primo got up. He makes himself
something to eat and they talk about their plans for the morning, plans that do
not include me, thank goodness.
Primo: Would you guys like me to give you a tour? I could
drive you around town.
Sly: No.
Primo: Would you like to go to a museum?
(You would think they would jump on that one, being the
cultured people they are.)
Sly: No.
Primo: Would you like to drink coffee and read the paper?
Sly: No.
Primo: What would you like to do, then?
Sly: We need you to drive us to a liquor store.
Well. I guess they have company manners after all.
Only.
Primo: You can’t buy liquor here on Sundays. You can buy
beer after noon, but no hard liquor.
Sly, for the first time I have ever seen, is speechless.
I guess we’ll get rid of that Jägermeister after all.
We have this law in my town as well, but I don't drink, so I didn't know about it until a Walmart cashier, indicating the woman who had just checked out with a roll of her eyes, said to me, "She tried to buy liquor in [small TX town settled by Quakers] on Sunday."
ReplyDeleteTBH, I think it is kind of a dumb law. I am both Christian and a non-drinker, and I still don't see what difference it makes when you buy your liquor.
Reminds me of my childhood in Tennessee. there was this car and driver who came to the house and delivered the booze of your choice... until i went away to college i thought it was a taxi. Imagine my surprise on learning that in other cities taxies take people places! imagine that!
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