“So you drink about four bottles a day.” She said, looking at her notebook. She was an enthusiastic note-taker.
“That‘s correct.” I answered.
“Of?” She asked.
“Of what?”
“That’s what I’m asking. You drink four bottles of what every day? Beer? Wine coolers?”
“Wine. Chardonnay.” HELLO? Had she not listened at all when I explained my drinking history to her earlier?
“Like the little four-pack bottles? Like the little bottles you can buy on an airplane?”
I eyeballed her for a moment – studied her. Was she shitting me? I supposed people went to treatment for drinking four of those little airplane sized bottles of wine a day. She was starting to get on my nerves.
******* From my memoir – Saturation
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