Saturday morning, I left a napping Sam with Bob and headed to get a massage. (My mother-in-law is generous enough to provide me with occasional gift cards to this particular spa).
Anyway, Bob needed me to make a deposit for work while I was out.
I headed to the drive thru and had the following conversation with the teller, who was a jolly, happy, late-60s woman.
Teller: Good morning!! Are you out Christmas shopping?!
Me: No ma'am. I'm actually going to get a massage :).
Teller: (pause) Did you say a scotch? (Doing the drinking hand motion. You know what I'm talking about.)
Me: Hahaha, no, no, a ma-ssage.
Teller: Oh, ha! And maybe a scotch afterwards??
No. No scotch afterwards. Just the massage.