Last night, I met some folks for dinner at Longhorn Steakhouse, the same place where I left my credit card a while back. Due to it being a weekend, there was a bit of a wait, and we found ourselves sitting in the waiting area with other people wanting to eat. After getting a little antsy, I offered to go to the bar and order libations for the group. It turns out that only two people, including me, wanted to partake, so I sauntered to the bar and returned with my Jack and Coke (which is also the name of a great song) and a Sangria.
I sat the Sangria on a table while its owner went to the restroom, and a little old lady asked me what was in it. The conversation continued with me replying:
“I’m not sure. I know it has wine and fruit, but I really don’t know what else.”
“It looks good, but I need to know what liquor is in it.”
“Well ma’am, all I am sure about is the wine.”
“Does it have tequila?”
“I don’t…”
“I stay away from tequila. They say it makes your clothes fall off.”
At this point, her husband gets up, and she asks where he is going.
“I’m going to get you a shot of tequila.”
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
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