(diary, humor)
So, not sure how I’ve created a false impression, but I really don’t drink alcohol very often (looking at you Wanda 😉 ) unless it’s a social event, I need to sleep, or reset the autistic OCD spin cycle. So I go to the local pub the other evening on the way back from the clinic, (got a CT scan), and order a bowl of clam chowder. And the bartender (whom I’m friendly with), asks what I want. And I say a shot of Jack Daniels, ice, and a splash of water. She overrides me and gives me a double.
Never argue with female bartenders. Just accept fate. 😉
Source date (UTC): 2023-12-01 19:15:26 UTC
Original post: https://twitter.com/i/web/status/1730666935459753984
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