I had a chat with the delivery guy again (the one who'd dealt with the bloody melted meat package last week). He had another odd story about being a delivery store driver. There's a restaurant that's locally/family owned where he stopped in and was waiting for the owner to sign some paperwork for him. He noticed a huge bottle of liquor on the shelf above the manager's desk. The manager noticed his stare and asked him if he'd ever heard of that type before.
Mr. Delivery Driver didn't, so Mr. Manager told him that the best way to describe it was that it was Albanian tequila. He was of course a hospitable person so he offered Mr. Delivery Driver a shot. Mr. DD was quick to say no, so Mr. Manager thought about it for a moment then said, "Oh! I'll do a shot with you then. It will be okay." Mr. DD still had to abstain, though.
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