.....Doug was visibly shaken and now was not a good time to push his buttons, so I let him be. He promptly began cleaning up his mess and eyeing the Long Island Iced Tea that he also purchased, but was packaged in a plastic bottle. He took a drink and said it tasted like foot-sweat. I said, "How do you know.......nevermind."

.....I pointed out that the liquor stores were still open for another half hour and Doug stated that he didn't want to drive to the liquor store again. I pointed out that there was a liquor store right across the street and Doug said, ".......". Before I knew what happened Doug was out the door and shouted, "Tallyho!!!!" and then laid down a huge burnout in the Neon of Doom in my parking lot.

.....Doug was back in two shakes of a lamb's tail and had a smile on his face like I had never seen barring the picture of us going into the McDonald's drive-thru.

.....All was well in Doug's world again and the day was saved. See ya next time!