Saturday, July 21, 2007

The Bag Boy's Monologue

My mother went to pick up a few staples at Brookshires, and here is the unprovoked, excited "conversation" from the bag boy who took her things to the van (we are in a dry county):

"I just found out we sell alcohol! Cooking sherry! I'll have to try that! Maybe I can mix it with juice! I don't know if they'd even sell it to me though - I'm only 18. My friend and I - we tried my dad's beer once when we were 15 or 16 and it was awful! Then we got out his 100-proof and - WHEW! - that sure was different than beer! And the next day I was sick."

If this poor boy thinks he's going to mix cooking sherry with juice and come out of it unscathed, all I have to say is, "good luck with that." Well, that and "ew."

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