On my most recent visit to the wine store I was approached by another customer. I took this as a sign that I appeared to be a confident shopper and therefore likely to have answers for a lady who frankly, looked lost. “Excuse me”, she started, “do you put rum in your piña coladas?” she asked.
I was completely taken back. I looked down at my shirt thinking maybe I had the same one on as the employees. I didn’t. I realized I wasn’t really sure what she had just asked me.
“Do I put rum in MY piña coladas?”, I replied, “Or do you mean is rum the alcohol that is used to make piña coladas?”.
By this time I had said the words “piña colada” more than any other time in my life combined. I’ve also never had a piña colada so I wasn’t sure of the answer.
Then I became alarmed. Not because I started singing that horrible “If You Like Piña Coladas” song [which I haven’t gotten out of my head yet], and not because I didn’t know the answer, but because apparently I looked like a guy who drinks piña coladas.
That’s not the look I’m going for. I may not get over this for a while.
For the record the last rum I purchased was a sipping rum and it was delicious.