My Mother Can Outdrink Your Mother

So my mother was at the supermarket earlier today and she bought beer among other things. The usual Pale Pilsen wasn’t available—the only thing on the shelves was Colt 45. She had never tried a 45 before, so she figured she might as well try. The cashier looked at my mom and surely out of concern for the frail-looking Japanese lady, said: “Ma’am, this is strong stuff.”

A while ago, during dinner, my mother decided to test out the 45. She poured some for me (only a little; I had to finish my lab report) and more for her, then she took a big gulp.

She said: “Weak.” And then downed the rest of her glass.