I go to a liquor store.
Me: “Let me have the larger bottle of [Brand] brandy.”
Clerk: “Sure. Hey! What’s your usual poison?”
Me: “Usually vodka.”
Clerk: “Oh, have I got something for you to try!”
A nearby associate speaks up.
Associate: “Oh, here we go again! You should get a commission on those.”
The clerk shows me a bottle.
Clerk: “Have you tried [some booze I had never heard of]?”
Me: “Nope.”
Clerk: “You’ll like it! It’s a mix of Cognac and vodka. They also have it in apple and peach.”
Me: “Oh, I don’t want flavored ones. Those are always sweet. I love [Expensive Sweet Liquor] but it’s got sugar and I’m on a low-carb diet.”
Clerk: “Okay, but I promise you’ll like this. If not, bring it back and I’ll drink it.”
We all laugh at his little joke.
I get home and pour a little into a Brandy snifter. I take one sip and it is a sweet liquor. It tastes great, but I can’t drink it; I give it to my daughter who can.
Two days later, I’m in line again, this time with some vodka. This time the “here we go again” associate is ringing me up and the original clerk is lingering behind her.
Me: “Hey, dude! Remember the stuff you encouraged me to get?”
Clerk: “Yeah? How did you like it?”
Me: “It was great, but I couldn’t drink it.”
Clerk: “Why not?”
Me: “Remember I told you I couldn’t do sweet drinks? That stuff was syrup.”
Clerk: “Really? I didn’t think it was sweet.”
A customer behind me speaks up.
Customer: “Was it [Recommended Liquor]?”
Clerk: “Yes, that’s it.”
Customer: “Yeah, man, that’s really sweet.”
Clerk: “Wow! I didn’t think it was sweet at all.”
I just shrugged and shook my head. I wasn’t going to act like a jerk about it — especially since I’m a regular there — but I don’t know how someone could drink a sticky, syrupy drink and not know it’s sweet. I’m glad I’m not diabetic.