Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.
“Could you spike my drink please?”
The bartended looked confused. “Spike your drink?”
“Yes, I really need some alcohol in this thing. It’s been one of those days.”
“Okay.” The bartender laughed, unsure of what to do.
“Spike your drink, it’s Whiskey on the rocks.”
“Oh.” And he reached his hand into his glass and pulled out the ice cubes. “That’s better.”