After dinner, we go to a liquor store. There is one right across the street from The Lobster Pound.
Musette wants to get me a bottle of whiskey as an anniversary gift.
The place is small. It is not a specialty store. Back to Basics. They don’t have a large selection. Everything is separated from the customer by walls of bulletproof glass.
“What is the best whiskey that you have?” Musette asks.
It’s a little old lady who works there.
“George Dickel and Bulleit.” She says.
I end up getting a litre of Wild Turkey 101. It is just a bit more than pint of Jameson. Thirty two dollars.
I maneuver my card through the walls of bulletproof plastic.
“Credit or debit?” The little woman asks.
“Debit, I guess.”
She pushes a pin pad into the plastic. I reach in and enter my code. She places the bottle in a small black plastic bag and we leave the liquor store.