Well, then. Not for me. Again. There has to be something in Wild Turkey’s brew that just doesn’t agree with my palate. Not as bad as Whistle Pig but the bartender offered to take a picture of my face to go with this entry.
Me: Which ones are more comfortable?
Her: [looks at me blankly]
Me: What?
Her: They’re…shoes? I don’t have uncomfortable shoes.
Me: [mock sobbing] I. Am. So. Proud.