While I love whiskey I have finally come to terms that it just doesn’t love me back. There have been a few well documented cracks in our relationship recently though this was the final straw.
While at a wedding afters I got talking to a Scottish bloke at the bar. Our discussion soon turned into a childish debate as to which is best…Irish or Scottish Whiskey. After umpteen whiskeys from both sides of the water and with no clear winner in sight I pull out all the stops.
Me: Bartender, give me two shots of Midelton Rare please.
The Bartender:(Raised eyebrow) Certainly Sir. Just one moment.
The bartender returns with a pair of crystal whiskey tumblers.
Me:(To Scottish nemeses) Ah yes. Crystal whiskey tumblers. Your in trouble now!
Just as the 1st drop of whiskey threatens to leave its bottle and enter my glass the bartender stalls.
The Bartender: You do realise how much a shot of this is?
Suffering from a bruised ego via my working class inferior complex I retort.
Me: Damn it man. Of course I know the cost. Make it two doubles!
The Bartender: My apologies Sir. That will be 63 euro please.
Near collapsing from my stool I open my wallet and hand him 70 euro.
Me:(Defiantly) Keep the change!
Moments later the wife comes over with her friend.
The Wife: Buy us a drink.
Me: I can’t.
The Wife: Why not?
Me: I’ve no money left.
The Wife looks at the multitude of empty shot glasses. She walks away shaking her head.
