It happened in a darkened, cave-like basement bar in Tempe, Arizona, popular with the college kids, sometime in 1991. I think it was called "The Rat Cellar", or something. My mother and brother Brian were both visiting from Michigan, and we were out getting a bite to eat.
At the table next to us, five or six cute ASU girls were drinking beers, from the bottle. Nothing unusual for a child of the 70's like myself. But for my mother, raised during the depression and dust bowl years, that was atrocious. Like smoking, swearing, and listening to Jazz, "nice" girls just didn't do that back then. Flappers did.
Not able to take her eyes off the offenders, she said "Look at that...Brian, have you ever seen girls drink beer from a bottle before?"
Without pausing, my brother said "Mom, I've seen girls drink beer through a funnel!".
The look on my mother's face can not easily be described. It was somewhere between surprise and bewilderment, with a touch of disgust.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Brian has accused me of revisionist history, and says this really happened in an Indian Restaurant in Michigan. Perhaps, but the story is still funny as hell. So there... :)
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This story reminds me of another "Mom" story. Kevin got married just before Tom and I took off for a trip to Florida. I overheard her on the phone, telling someone, "Yes, Kevin's getting married but Mary's going on the honeymoon."
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