Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, July 4, 2013
The white plastic folding table is beaded with bottles of gin like water droplets. Katie and I have paused to listen to the earnest, mustachioed man behind the table hock his product and we sip his proffered gin and tonics appreciatively.
Another couple comes up, and the woman says, very formally "I heard you had gin here."
I laugh out loud at her joke, and the couple shoot me chilly looks, not joking at all.