"You guys got a bar here?"
"A what?"
"A bar?"
"Oh, it's upstairs."
"Oh... Then could I get a large Cherry Coke?"
Obviously this man never had a mother like mine, teaching him that the movie is the treat. Obviously he hasn't legs like mine, ones that could easily take him up those stairs to his precious alcohol. Obviously this man has some thirst like I do, getting a Cherry Coke and I think I'll also get some Reese's Pieces. $9.50?! Ugh, fine.
Sorry, Mom. Most of what you said stuck.
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