I’m a sucker for dive bars, so when we found a dive bar named after pugs in Georgetown I knew I’d love it. And I did, until the bartender told me about the special spiced cider they were serving.
“What’s in the spiced cider exactly?”
“It’s regular apple cider laced with rum.”
I had no idea what to say so I sat there awkwardly silent for a moment, until he spoke again, “Oh, yeah, maybe laced was a bad choice of words. We don’t want people thinking they’re going to get drugged in here.”
“How about infused with rum?”
“No, that’s way too much fancy talk.”
“Fine. Can I get a vodka tonic, please?”