The day started well. The sun was shining and the temperature was warm. I had an easy job which ended quickly. I got to stop at a classic car dealership where every classic car was for sale.
There were Hotrods everywhere and all to be had if you could cough up the change.
This jewel was a mere $85k!
It was a private car show and the wife and I were the only ones invited! We moved on down the road closer to home when I thought a good pizza and a pitcher of beer would be the best way to enjoy lunch with my wife.
The beer was good and the pizza was better. We laughed and joked and then reality set in.
"Too bad we can't do this in our own city." It would be cool to just drive up the street and have a beer and some pizza and then head home to friends and fun. Nooo we can't do that because.......wait for it.......
WE LIVE IN A DRY COUNTY!Yes thats right I can't even buy a fucking beer where I live.
Back in the 40's-50's they thought we would be in flying cars, moon bases, and have Martian buddies and all that jazz in the 21st century. I will be lucky if when we do have moon bases and Martian pals, that I can actually get a beer in my own town.
Is it too much to ask that I be able to decide if I am competent enough to handle alcohol?