This is apropos of nothing, don’t know why I thought of it, another pointless and only marginally amusing story, but....
Was sitting on the patio at a Mexican restaurant in Chattanooga years ago and there was only one other occupied table, where a middle aged guy with a loud and captivating deep voice was telling the others at his table about a run-in he’d had with some dude that he clearly found to be an idiot. He told all the things the dude said and did, and punctuated the tale with an emphatic pronouncement that “He’s a dumbass.”
He had that particular drawl where “dumbass” sounds like “dumb-ice” which worked really well with his deep voice. Good stuff.
Anyway, the other fella at the table was clearly trying to be the voice of reason and pointed out the various ways that our deep-voiced friend had probably misread the dude’s intentions and misunderstood the situation. But when he was done, there was a quiet pause for a moment, after which our guy was having none of it and said in a dismissive and incredulous tone, “But... he’s a dumbass.”
It’s not the scotch that makes me think that’s funny, but it probably is the scotch that makes me feel the need to tell it.
Carry on.