My first alcoholic drink was a glass of wine poured from a gallon jug, accompanying a meal of spaghetti and meatballs at my parent’s dinner table. A little later I walked to my waitressing job. The glow I felt inside must have shown because I got more tips that night then any night after that.
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Perhaps you made some affectionate comments to the patrons.
I was definitely more friendly and cheerful.
Yes, wine has that effect on me too… maybe I should start imbibing a glass before work.
Today, especially, I’d need several wines to start to feel cheerful and friendly!
This is a great story.