Raise Your Glasses
Mary Wanna, the old hippie, went into hiding in the late 1960’s after her escapades had brought down the wrath of the law upon her. She and a few other extremists fled toBoliviaand safety. She had two weaknesses: getting into trouble and drinking Budweiser. Where she and her cohorts settled there was no “king of beers” available.
Mary tried to occupy herself with other interests, but the more she fought against it, the greater the thought of Budweiser – cool and refreshing – dominated her thinking.
The pressure of thinking about “the King of Beers” began to tell on her.
Her health was affected; she became depressed. She paced back and forth in her cottage. She was driven to the extreme, thinking about sneaking back into theUSAto get a drink. She convinced herself that she’d been forgotten, and it was safe to return after twenty years.
Though close to ninety, Al Zheimer, the retired police detective, hadn’t forgotten. Catching and imprisoning Mary Wanna was the one passion of his life. He’d circulated Mary’s pictures in border towns. If she emerged from hiding, he was convinced it would be inTexas.
He was right.
InTexas, Mary rushed into the Border Beer Hall. She watched while the pudgy bartender pulled a cold bottle from the cooler, popped the cap, and carried the frosty beer towards her. She licked her lips. She grabbed the bottle from his hand, and raised the Budweiser to her lips. Her pulse raced; her heart pounded. She couldn’t wait another instant.
Before her first swallow, however, Al Zheimer clicked the cuffs around her wrists.
She swooned, the victim of – “High Bud pressure.”