Ah, I’m 30,000 feet above ground, my ear buds playing my favorite band—Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young—and the beverage cart comes rolling up to my coach seat.
“What will you have, sir?” the airline attendant asks.
I reply: “What bourbons do you have?”
“Dewar’s,” she says.
“That’s a blended scotch, ma’am,” I say.
“Okay, we have…” She pulls the cart drawers in and out, the little minis sloshing around as other passengers peek at the selection. “Canadian Club, here we go.” She twists the cap before I can tell her that good old Canadian Club isn’t bourbon. Other passengers are waiting...
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