Greetings from Resident Happy Hour at The Villages at Turtle Rock (where, believe it or not, I like, live) where upon requesting a strawberry margarita I was administered a stern lecture about getting a Texas ID and summarily informed that purveyors of liquor are not required to honor my Idaho ID. The old “I’ve-been-here-for-a-week” defense didn’t hold water, but I was begrudgingly given a margarita nevertheless.
Snappy retorts about eating Idaho’s famous potatoes sprung to mind but I judiciously elected not to share them.
Life in the trenches!
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