YKYAOW.... someone asks for a wine highball and you know what they mean.
That’s a term of my parent’s generation (born 1940), I remember hearing it as a kid. But having looked it up at some point as an adult, I never really understood the point of the word, as it literally means “any spirit with any soda in a tall glass”.
Maybe there are regional assumptions, such that it’s always a Scotch and soda in one part of the country, bourbon and ginger ale in another, and even a gin and tonic somewhere else? They’re all highballs, and I’d hate to order a highball, wondering which I’m going to get.
I do enjoy gin and tonic, but you might lose a finger if you pour soda into my Scotch, or ginger ale into my bourbon.
About 15 16 years ago when I was 50, I was running across a store parking lot and decided to jump the jersey barrier…
A former boss of mine was into body building when he was young, and still in good shape at age 60-something, when he wiped out running up a spiral staircase one day. Showed up at work on crutches, and we all took our turns jabbing at him about getting old.
I was probably only in my late 30’s at that time, and I still remember when he looked at me and said, “someday you’re going to look in the mirror and wonder who the eff that old guy looking back at you is.” He went on to explain he still felt and thought of himself as 18 or 20 inside, and seeing the wrinkles and gray hair in the mirror made him feel like he was looking at a stranger.
Breakfast 2 poached eggs and I have not heard of poached eggs in 30 years…
Eggs Benedict! You know, the slightly less healthy sibling, served with ham and Hollandaise sauce.