went out for the same shitty chicken dinner. i ordered tonic to go with my quarter chicken meal.”i’ll have a tonic please.”
And the waitress is like “gin and tonic?”
me: “no. tonic.”
“You want perrier or soda?”
“no i want tonic … just tonic… in a glass with a piece of lime. and a straw.”
oh those weird tourists, they ask for the strangest things.
Then i stopped at the store and bought regular cheerios (we don’t have them in europe), and a big 24-pack of tonic in cans …
Hey, i’ve got 2 cans in the freezer right now.
yeah. that’s me. chilling my tonic. Living on the wild side…