Dropping in to share a story here...
My wife and i took a train trip to San Antonio. Got a cabin, sleeper, with a high def view of The Poverty Channel though a bay window in the cabin. Brought a picnic basket filled with wine and cheese. Took a water bottle filled with my favorite Scotch. The wife stuck to the wine - hates scotch. Ate dinner in the diner car, cocktails on the upper deck. Spent some man and women time in the cabin. Took a long nap.
About midnight, we arrived in San Antonio. Got off the train and stood waiting for a cab. Thirsty, very thirsty. Grabbed out the water bottles and both took a deep dive. Long, glug, glug, glug drinks. My wife, skinny blond with back bone and bite, had accidentally picked up the scotch bottle.
Yes - she swallowed.
What’s not to love?