Chuckee at the car place was all wrenched up the other day because he heard the New York governor wanted to tax Coke at 18 percent.
"You know what that's going to do to my overhead?" he moaned when I brought the car over for some new wiper blades.
"I didn't know you drank soda," I told him. "All you have is beer in that machine out back."
He blinked at me. "Oh," he said, and went off to fix someone's clutch.