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My wife Jane and I had been talking about what we were going to do, which at that very moment was a great deal of nothing. For lack of anything more important, I began thinking about how good a beer would taste right at that moment. As I was thinking about it, I actually began to salivate. “What are you sitting there thinking about?” Jane asks. A smile creeps across her face. I must have looked far off. “Tequiza®,” is all I say. Tequiza® is a brand of beer. It has lime and tequila flavoring. I love them unrepentantly, even though they’re not very manly. They’re a bit of a girl beer. Despite this, Jane will drink them only if there’s absolutely nothing left in the house and she needs a bit of alcohol in her blood stream to prevent her from killing a small child or farm animal. In short, she hates them. “You’re actually salivating aren’t you,” she asks. I nod. I don’t care. I really like Tequizas®. “You’re like the people at the meat counter,” she says. “I hate that.” “The what?” I reply, still thinking about the beer. “The meat counter at the supermarket. Next time you’re at the meat counter, watch the people. They’re all standing there, their noses practically pressed to the glass. Processed meat, yellow cheese and mayonnaise salad. It’s disgusting.” At this point she has my attention. I have never paid that much attention to the people at the meat counter. Obviously Jane has, for these are details that no mere casual observance would have uncovered. “They stand there – salivating,” she says with disgust. “Sometimes I can actually hear them swallow.” “Mmmmmmm,” I say, thinking about the meat counter now. “Cheese and salami. That would go great with a Tequiza®.” Jane has gone back to reading her book. I, on the other hand have entered the land of salami. Without even looking up she says, “Cut it out. I can hear you from here.” I get up and go to find a beer. After all, there’s only one good way to cure a good drool. Besides, maybe there’s some cheese in the refrigerator. I’m salivating just thinking about it.

Goshen, NJ

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