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.

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