I went to a little happy hour after work and stopped by the gas station on Washington and Magazine for cigs on the way back. A well-dressed, well-manicure middle aged woman approaches me as I'm standing in line.
"Where can I get some liquour?" she asks.
"Hm. Probably your best bet is the A&P about three blocks down."
"Is it far?"
"No, not far at all. You could probably walk there."
"Good, because I'm supposed to be at work."
In other news, I have now officially turned into that girl who calls the Chinese restaurant and they already know what I'm going to order for take-out. Oh, so sad.