13 September 2005

This sort of Flattery I can do without.

I was almost splattered by a Budweiser delivery truck today. This makes it three times (not counting cirrhosis) that agents of Annhauser-Busch, Inc. have tried to do me in.

Ironically, I have never been remotely threatened by a whiskey delivery vehicle. In fact, I’ve never even seen a Jameson’s delivery vehicle, yet somehow they perform their tasks safely and efficiently. No gaudy vehicles double parked in front of fire hydrants; no mediocre swill masquerading as booze, and most importantly no flattened corpses formerly belonging to yours truly. Nothing but consistent, impeccable service.

There’s a life lesson in there somewhere.


And that's the way I likes it.