Antecdote to Ontario Saga

I forgot one little piece of the saga of "Three Girls Loose in Ontario".

On our last evening in Ontario, we decided to hook up our GPS system and find the nearest Cheesecake Factory for dinner. Upon arriving, we were informed it would be a 25 minute wait (turned out to be closer to an hour) for a table, so Karen told them we would wait in the bar. After Karen wrestled a third bar stool from a woman who thought the bar stool was for her personal use as a purse stand, the three of us hoisted ourselves up and considered our options.

Before we could make any decisions, Bev informed us that this was to be her treat; so I weighed my choice against what they were having and determined that it should be about the same price. Bev ordered a gin and tonic and Karen a margarita.

Now thanks to our son, Keith, who while on a cruise to Victoria purchased and gave to his dad a bottle of MacCallan single malt scotch, and I have acquired a taste for it; me who has abhorred even the scent of scotch. But MacCallan has a lovely cinnebark color given it by the aging in sherry casks which offers a lovely smooth and mellow tenor.

I also took note in my musings at the bar that this was an eighteen-year-old bottle versus the twelve-year-old that I had at home so the price would be a bit more but I rationalized that it wouldn't be that much out of line given that I was ordering a drink neat and not something blended like a margarita.

And then the bill came!!!!!! The total bill was about $32............my shot of scotch was $23! Of course i was willing to max out my credit card and told Bev I wanted to pay for my excess, but being the generous soul that she is, she insisted that this was her treat.

Now that I have bared my soul, I doubt any of you who read this will dare to ever ever offer to buy me a drink!! Ciao