mad dog

Night night.

So I stopped by 7-11 on my way to the bus this morning to grab a coffee and the woman in front of me–mind you, its 8:30AM–is buying a bottle of grape Mad Dog 20/20.  Aggressive.  This must be a “planning ahead buy”, I thought.  She probably has a hot date tonight that she’s looking to immobilize or maybe she just needs some violence-in-a-bottle to jack up her rowdy kids before their father picks them up.

BUT, as I’m walking out of the store, I see her sitting outside pouring her Mad Dog into a gigantic 7-11 coffee mug/sippy-cup.  Whoa.  She’s clearly not some rook doing this for the first time.  My mistake Madam.  The floor is yours.

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