When I was nineteen, my dad would take us out to dinner at a country club in another town.
I was too young to drink, but he would let me order a Brandy Ice as a "dessert".
The bartender, working his way through college, was a young lanky dorky kind of guy, but very nice and very good at making festive drinks.
I am so glad I was polite and nice to him.
Turns out he became quite famous. Maybe he'll sign me a book...and make me a mojito!
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