"If you're running errands today, can you pick up some bourbon at the liquor store? If I'm having a drink every night, I don't want to go through a $50 bottle of scotch too quickly."
"I'll take you over here."
[Sound of bourbon bottle being put on the counter.]
"May I see your I.D.?"
"I need to see your I.D." his voice flattens.
"Do you card everyone?" as I whip out my driver's license.
Looking at the birth date, "No, ma'am."
He just made my day, my week, my year!
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