If whiskey were the blues

Yesterday at a dark, Irish bar in Wicker Park….

Man (to a small and meek looking young woman drinking a gin and tonic, while he is nursing what looked to be whiskey on the rocks): You better watch it lady, that stuff can be hard on you.

Woman (looking sullen): It’s ok, it’s going to last me all night:

Man (drunkenly putting his hand on her shoulder and almost losing his balance on his stool): You got some troubles or something? I can help with troubles, you know.

Woman (growing slightly disgusted, and moving away from him): No, that’s ok…you can just drink your whiskey.

Man: Whiskey? Lady, I can’t handle whiskey.  I don’t drink, you know. This here is apple juice on ice.

Woman (quizzically): Oh, so you’re just like this?