Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Every once in a while I have a little gin:

Straight up. Meaning a shot or two poured into a martini shaker that is filled with ice. Nothing else added. Shake, shake, shake your grove thing!

Strain the ice while pouring into a martini glass.

Drink. Son of a bitch that's tasty!

It just can't be any bathtub gin. It has to be at least Bombay Blue Saphire or better . . . and there are not too many other gins that are better.

Sensing the supply was running low . . . it had been a couple of weeks since the last Blue Sphire drink but I nonetheless knew that it was time. Honestly, the large bottle of Blue Saphire that is nearly empty had been a gift three years ago which speaks volumes about my gin consumption.

Today I head to the market to buy food for dinner and grab another bottle 1.75 liter of "Blue" knowing that it was on sale for $29 when it's usually $42 or more.

Bag Girl on bagging the "Blue" at the check stand and checking out the label.

Bag Girl: Where's Bombay?

Me: I thought you just bagged it.

Bag Girl: No, it's a place, isn't it? Isn't Bombay a city somewhere.

Me: Yuppee doodle. Give you an A in geography for knowing that Bombay is a city. Now just where do you think it is?

Bag Girl: That's what I'm asking you.

I'm thinking that this is more of a conversation than I want to make in the checkout line. Here's a bag girl who's obviously a high school graduate and probably enrolled in college asking me where Bombay is. What the hell are they teaching in school these days?!

Me: How about a guess? I'll give you ten bucks if you correctly name where Bombay is located.

Bag Girl: In Texas? My uncle works in a Lockheed aircraft factory and makes bomb bay doors. I think that's the name of the city where he works.

Oh lordy, I'm thinking. This girl isn't even blond and she's thinking this?

I give her a polite answer of "Bombay is in India", walking out of the supermarket thinking that that conversation that I'm long overdue for a little Bombay Blue Saphire gin.

I now understand why some kids drive their parents to drink.

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Flyinfox_SATX said...


You don't know the half of it! Here's to you! Cheers!

(Flyinfox raises his shot of Cabo Wabo Tequila in Bob's direction)

Bob said...

Now that you've reminded me, I think it's time to wabo my cabo. Oh, Wifey?!!!!

Jessi said...


What a moron.

Bob said...

Jess: Welcome to California.

Anonymous said...

1992 Rountable pizza in S.R., G & I overheard a conversation.Personal ad dating was the rage.Overheard the gal (in her mid-30's) asked the guy "so you fly planes? What's the farthest you've been?" He: "Well Alaska, New Mexico, N. Dakota". She squealed with delight: "Oh I've always wanted to go to FOREIGN countries like Alaska and New Mexico!" He did his best to explain. She reluctantly accepted the statehood of Alaska after 10 minutes,but insisted New Mexico was 'over the border'. No, she wasn't blonde, just brainless. 8thggf@Mayberry RFD 11-22-08

Max Watson said...

There was this girl in college who insisted that cockatoos gave live birth. I told her she was dead wrong, as Mom kept the birds at the time and they laid EGGS. She refused to believe me. And she eventually received a BA. DUMB GIRL!

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