I had already selected my purchase in the liquor store when Abba’s FERNANDO came on. How could I leave? I hummed softly to myself resisting the urge to sing.  The song was about to enter the first chorus and I was losing the fight. How could I not dance down the beautiful aisles singing every word? “There was something in the air that night, the moon was bright Fernando”  How could people not assume I was already drunk? I adore spontaneous fits of dorkdom.  I had to prove I was sober when another customer entered the store and began asking me a bunch of questions about liquor and distillation (apparently I looked like I know my booze. His assumption wasn’t wrong) . The man asked about the cheapest vodka in the store and I took him straight to it but he said he wanted a smaller bottle and I said “come on! It never goes bad!” And he said “I could drink on a bottle that size a LONG time and I said “yeah, I tell myself the same thing” then he asked “skittle fop may?” And I was just stumped on that one. His next question was if I worked at the liquor store and the clerk that had been watching and listening to our exchange called “she should!” and she and I laughed. The guy left without buying anything and the clerk said “well I guess you answered all of his questions” and I said “not that one question “skittle fop may?’ Apparently I just had another conversation with a crazy person without realizing it until halfway through the conversation which has been happening a lot lately” and she said “either you’re very nice or crazy too” and I said ” nice AND crazy – means I get along with everyone”