As we waited in line for Panda Express, I mentioned to Brian that this was the first fast food I had when I returned from Mexico.
Immediately after I said that, a young guy in front of us in line turned toward me and said, “You were in Mexico?”
“Yeah, I lived there for awhile.”
“I bet you got drunk all the time!”
“Um, no, not really. I don’t drink.”
“You Mormon?”
“No.”
“I don’t get it. You don’t drink but you’re not Mormon?”
I could see that in his brain, he was trying to put these two pieces of non-compatible information together. To make it easier for him, I gave him an answer he could understand.
“I’m an alcoholic.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”