Since I had my license, I actually volunteered to drive myself to anywhere. So I was sent by my old man to buy a box of beer this afternoon.
Now I guess that I must have just established some sort of crazy image in that guy’s eyes at Walsh’s Hotel Liquor shop. I went in the shop, parking my car outside the drive through way and went straight away to the refridge room. It took me seconds to grab a box of VB Midstrength Lager out of there, then I paid and carried it back to put in the trunk.
….Aha, now they must think I am an alcoholic and going to drunk driving with a red P. Just perfect!!!


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