It's always fun pushing a stroller full of empty beer and wine bottles through downtown, especially when you're having a bad hair day and decide to wear a bandanna, and then run into the poshest mom of the Baby group on the corner . . . But it's all worth it to get those shiny toonies jingling in your pocket on the way home.At the beer store, there's inevitably some cute young overfriendly guy in line who tries to befriend the unkempt mom & baby (ie. me and the Bean) as they wait for their shiny toonies. The guy today, after oohing and ahing over her cuteness, asked me "So what's she drinking?" Ha ha. Beer for babies. I just laughed one of those "Oh, you wit, you" laughs and looked the other way. On the way home I came up with a really good comeback:
"Well, she prefers cans to bottles . . . these cans." (point to boobs)
Oh, l'esprit d'escalier!
2 comments:
Another way to go on that one might have been "these jugs."
I did think of that, though beer doesn't usually come in jugs . . .
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