day four, part two

Today we all gathered back at my sister's house and they were talking about dinner. I, of course, was working. Specifically, the conversation was how we were going to recycle the pulled pork into tacos. In the process my sister mentioned she had a bag of limes that needed to be used. the conversation turned to making margarita's. But there was no tequilla. We had a house full of people with cars and nobody wanted margarita's enough that they'd leave the air conditioned house and go for tequila.

I said I'd go.

Meg's said "how"?

You see, I don't have a car here. "I'm going to put on shoes, walk out the front door, around the school and go to Kroger's." It seemed logical. Even if I had a car here I wouldn't drive that short a distance. Besides, it's no further than my walks to Ahart's. Megan seemed shocked. (As I type this, at 7PM it's 90°).

My brother-in-law said that Kroger's didn't have hard liquor, I'd "need to go to Rite Aid for hard liquor". Isn't that the funnest thing you've ever heard? Go to a pharmacy to buy booze. Okay, maybe it's a Pennsylvania thing.

I got shoes, my purse, my hat and I was headed out. They confirmed we had everything else.

I was about a block away when I heard my sister calling my name. She told me to go to the old Kroger's shopping center to a place called Ott's Smoke Shop. It was closer. I turned and went the other direction.

Arriving at the shopping center, I walked the whole thing, twice. Couldn't find it. Then I went out to the road and it was listed on the sign. Odd. Then I saw it. It's in an old bank building in the middle of the parking lot. I secured the tequila and headed back.

As you can see, I buy my tequila like I buy my wine...by the label.