My car drives me to drink! Literally!
Yesterday, making my usual Saturday afternoon drive south on Bank St. to do some food shopping, my car turned itself in to the liquor store parking lot because we always stop there before continuing on to the food store.
Reminds me of when I was a kid and the milkman's horse used to walk the route himself because he knew it so well.
What a great feeling when my conscious brain wrested control back from the auto-pilot and I realized that I had no need to be there! I'm pretty sure my liver was happy to pull out of the parking lot again, and you know that it didn't hurt my wallet at all, either.
I could begin to like this.