December 20, 2006
My girlfriend told me this story. She was at LAX on her way home for break.
He only had half of a pointer finger on his left hand. He also wasn’t wearing his hearing aids so i was yelling at him most of the time. He had missed his flight home to northern california two days in a row, so he was killing time in the bar before going back to his hotel to shower. He had to wait until the next day to try catch his flight for the third time.
His wife died six years ago, and we decided the way a woman knows how to fit everything perfectly into a living space whether it be in a real home or an RV was definitely an art. He told about the best pair of coveralls he ever had and how he had given them away to a cold friend because all he really needs for himself is bailey’s or brandy to stay warm when he’s fishing. He bought me a beer, then a gin and tonic and insisted that it be a double.
Seems the opposite of refusing tea and cookies.
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” . . . all he really needs for himself is bailey’s or brandy to stay warm when he’s fishing.”
If northern California had not been mentioned, I would have guessed the man to be a wandering resident of northern Wisconsin.
And if he’d mentioend peppermint schnapps, I would have been sure of it.
It’s only vaguely related to your comment, Sheila, but once in England, in my ignorance of cultural norms, I ordered peppermint tea and was sweetly laughed at by the tea-girl.
Next time you’ll know enough to order a proper pot of tea and lace it with peppermint schnapps from a flask stowed away in one of the pockets of your all-weather jacket.
The only spiked tea I knew of was Long Island, which, contrary to any reasonable expectation, has no tea in it.
Oh, and one more thing: having read your post pointing us to a “Christmas memory,” I cracked up on reading “seems the opposite of refusing tea and cookies.”