Ahoy to you this morn, all you hosses. Now I fully comprehend that “hoss” means “horse”, but as for me, I’ve always been inclined to think of a hoss as more of a pig than a horse. It just sounds better that way.
Now that we’re all on the same page, so to speak, I would like to take some time to tell you about what happened to me when I went to the liquor store yesterday. As I was parking my car in the lot, I took notice of some youths loitering near the façade of the building. That’s never a good sign of anything good to come, but I decided to go in to get my gin, since I had driven all the way there.
So I got out of the car and tried to make a go for the front door, but my presence did not go unnoticed. One of the youths said something to me, something along the lines of “hey” or “hi”. In the overall scheme of things, it’s only a few words from “hey” to “can you buy we underage minors some booze?” Well I would want no part of such a scam. I had brought along enough money for my gin and not a penny more, and I wasn’t about to go wasting my hard-earned money on gifting alcohol to those juveniles. So I nipped that conversation right in the bud and did not speak to those young people. Then, when I was trying to pay, there was a rather buxom woman in front of me, and she was taking too long. To be continued…
Until next time!