When we’re out of wine, I always head to the closest liquor store which is one block down on Sutter Street. Because the Academy of Art students work, study, and live in our hood, they frequent the same store. I thought I’d give another liquor store my business this time around so I walked an extra block to Mason Street to the liquor store across from my Club One gym.
I settled on a chilled bottle of Yellow Tail chardonnay for a hefty $18.99 and brought it up to the counter. The Middle Eastern cashier asked to see my ID. Looking at my drivers license, he quipped, “That you? Don’t look like you.”
“Really? Well, that’s me. I guess I look a little darker in that picture.”
“Fatty. You look fatty.”
“Seriously? I guess, ummm, I’ve lost a lot of weight since I took that picture. That must have been at least five years ago.”
“You lose the weight, yes. Fatty in this picture.”
Wow, what honesty! Thanks Mister.