fatvegan

Mum and I went to by some Cointreau the other day. But it was too expensive, so we bought some wine instead. We went to pay, and got into a conversation with the guy at the desk. He's the son of the woman who seems to own the shop. He was telling us all about wine and spirit excise tax, managing to turn a boring sort of subject into a lively discussion. Mum asked him what sort of wine he drunk at home. He said he didn't drink anything because he still lived with his mum and she didn't like him drinking. Mum and I both chuckled. It's like a Catholic family selling condoms or something.