Me: I’m really disappointed in myself because I drove past BevMo at least seven times last week, and I never picked up that blueberry ale.
Mom: You’re going to go nuts in a place like that.
Me: I don’t think so. I haven’t been drinking really. I can’t drink and run this much.
Mom: Well, you know you should always keep a supply of liquor.
Me: For what?
Mom: To clean wounds.