One day a NYC salesman invited me to ride shotgun with him to a client luncheon on the upper east side of NYC. We were to meet at the client's favorite restaurant where all the waitresses knew him. He was an older gent - walked with a cane - the waitress asked "The usual?" and brought him a glass shimmering with a dark liquid. Except he couldn't lift the glass - instead his lips went down to meet the elixir. And this was the starter. But he had no trouble lifting the second offering. We did some modest business and as I watched him walk down the street with a slight list, he had his cane to keep him on an even keel. But I felt for his staffers that afternoon. The guy had been drinking Rob Roys (Scotch Manhattans) at high noon. Pure fire water.!
tjs
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