It’s raining in Kingston Ontario.

I had lunch with a colleague at our towns rockin’ new noodlery. While eating lunch we were approached by our waitress who asked me the following question: “Can I get you another drink?”

Being a person who prides himself on honesty above all things I endeavored to furnish her with the most accurate response possible. Based on having witnessed her already successful delivery of a drink to me and furthermore not suspecting any deterioration of her physical abilities since her last service to me, I made the following assessment: “Yes I think you CAN bring me another drink.”

It turns out I was absolutely right. Before I knew it I was sitting in front of my second drink wondering how our stimulating exchange of 5 minutes ago had been interpreted as an order.

In fairness, earlier in my meal, I believe I had established a clear pattern of beverage preference that may have at least account for her having chosen the type of drink on my behalf. You see 100% of the drink(s) I ordered were of exactly the same type (Rickard’s Red). So armed with this supposition she returned to our table with what ended up being my SECOND beverage of lunch.