So, I went to Bob’s Pub in J-Town for a meeting last night. I had the Fish and Chips. They gave me a sandwich and some potato chips. Not what I was expecting but the fish was good. I ordered An Old Forester on the Rocks, but they were out of it but did have the premium label for a few dollars more, would I want that? Sure I said. When it came time to pay, I discovered I had forgotten to bring my wallet. I asked my friend Bob to cover for me which he did. How much was it? I asked. How much do you want to tip, Maggie asked. I always tip 20% I said. Bob said he always tipped 25%. Well, that’s pretty generous, I quipped, but go ahead, How much do I owe you? $50.00 he said. OK, I’ll pay you on Monday night the next time I see you. At about that time, I realized I had my wallet. It was in my left pocket instead of my right pocket where I usually keep it. Here, I say, I have my wallet after all. I’ll go ahead and pay. I already paid, said Bob. OK. I’ll pay you. Do you have a 10? So, I forked over three 20s and he gave me back a 10 and we were square. When I got home, I was telling Lula what happened, and she said you are slurring your words. How many drinks did you have? Three, I said. 100 proof? she asked. Maybe. Maybe. Then she said $50.00?!? Like I had done something wrong. Well, it must have been the drinks, I said. Anyway, another cold night in Louisville, Kentucky.