Dope City Free Press
1 September 2011
Where I Wanted To Go
Had dinner at the pub with Sonja. Ordered a cider. Waitress brought me a beer.
"You don't drink cider!" she laughed when I asked why she did not bring me what I ordered.
"I do now," I told her.
She took my beer and headed back to the bar. She seemed a little huffy. Waitresses think they really get to know you. I guess not.
She came back with my cider. Came in its own fancy cider glass. Strongbow. Wedge of fucking lime on the rim of the glass.
It took me where I wanted to go.
Mr. Beer N. Hockey
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