Traveling
Tuesday 
in the early evening 
Mystie
Hans, in his brusque voice: “Ok, Mom! We’re traveling to Bud Light!”
Mom, feigning ignorance: “Um, what’s Bud Light?”
Hans: “It’s that store [read: pub] we pass along our way.”
Mom: “Ah. No, that store sells Bud Light, but it’s not called Bud Light. Bud Light is a bad-tasting beer.”
Hans: “Oh,” returning to his brusque voice, “Ok, Jaeger! Time to go!”
