"Odka nnn cubes," he grumbled.
"You want vodka with ice cubes?" she asked, trying to clarify.
"Um, yeah," he said.
"Do you want a beer or glass of water with that?"
"Uh, yeah, odka nnn cubes."
"Yeah, but which do you want, water or a beer?"
"Uh, yeah."
She became fed up and began to pour his vodka.
"No," he interrupted her, slashing his hand through the air and pointed assertively to the orange juice.
"Oh, she said, "vodka and orange juice."
He smiled and nodded. Then he started laughing to himself and didn't stop until his drink arrived. I wondered what it was he knew that he wasn't telling us. What the big secret was. I wondered if he knew what time it was or even what day it was. I wish he would have just turned to me and said, "Excuse me, son, are you aware that while you are sitting here staring at me staring at you in the mirror that you are missing your flight back to L.A.?" That would have been much funnier than going to the airport on Sunday and being told I was a day late, don't you think?
[From an article by skateboard writer and Big Brother Magazine editor, Chris Nieratko, describing a trip to Minneapolis in 2002.]
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