apathy stew

Janine and I went out for a drink on Sunday.

I ordered my usual: vodka tonic with a lime:

waitress: what kind of vodka do you want?

me: well is fine.

waitress: you don't want a particular kind of vodka?

me: no, well is fine.

waitress: you don't want Smirnoff?

me: isn't it more expensive?

waitress: yes, but only 25 cents more.

me: no, really. well is fine.

waitress: okay. i need to see some id.

[i hand her my license. she examines it.]

waitress: hey, we have the same birthday.

me: yeah, but you were born in 1981 or something, weren't you?

waitress 1982.

me: same thing.

[waitress walks away.]

janine: how did you know she was so young? she looks older than us.

me: because she was convinced that spending 25 cents more for crappy Smirnoff vodka is worth it.

janine: oh.

me: if i ask for well, it's because i want well. if i want to pay for vodka, i'll ask for Grey Goose.

janine: good point.