It was midnight on Tuesday. Stan and Mike were loitering at the corner of Canal and Carrollton after having drank too much that day when a big guy on a motorcycle rolled up.
The big guy revved his engine, looking Stan and Mike up and down with disdain. Slowly, but not too slowly, he reached into the inside pocket of his leather vest and started to retrieve something shiny. Stan practically jumped a mile, thinking Biker Guy had ill intentions and a gun. (After all, he was reaching into his gun pocket). Suddenly, the object that would have been a gun morphed into a large glass bottle. Biker Guy leaned over to Stan and Mike and handed them a 750ml bottle of 1800 tequila, pure agave. The bottle hadn’t even been opened. Hardly saying a word, Biker Guy resumed his position on his bike and gunned it for his destination, leaving Stan and Mike speechless and rich with tequila.
Perhaps this mystery Biker Guy was really the Tequila Fairy. Sadly, we’ll never know.
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