Stop Touching My Drink…
Friday, September 9th, 2011
Man, my kids need to lay off my drink. Every time I pour myself a refreshing Diet Coke, I got a kid next to me asking for a drink. I may have to use the method my mom used to get me to leave her beverages alone when I was a kid.
One day, Mom had a drink. I was probably about eight or nine and I was quite the mooch. I’d gotten so brazen that I wouldn’t even ask. I’d just take a drink. On this particular day, I grab the glass and took a drink. It was a highball. Oh my, I was spitting and sputtering and rushing to get something to rinse the nastiness out of my mouth.
Thereafter, I did not touch mom’s drinks.
We live in a different time now and you may want to consult some Raleigh attorneys, or attorneys from your area, and make sure you aren’t going to jail for serving minors, but at least you won’t have to share.


