"Would you like to go to Mac's?" she asks
I don't need asking twice - I'm in her slipstream in no time.
Thinks: I didn't know that they have a brewery on Trafalgar Street
But Pavlovian salivation kicks in and I'm looking forward to blowing the froth off a cold one.
Thinks: These girls all look under-age. And why's the place full of overpriced garments? And why are they looking at me like that? And where's the bar?
How was I to know the difference between Mac's and Max?
Will I be more careful in future?