Road TripChapter 30
“Florida?” Bobby exclaimed in an interrogative manner. “Florida.” I said. “I bought a house.” “For why?” “Oh ... place to practice ... gym to stay in shape ... a sauna to sweat our pores, a spa to soak in after the sauna, a walk-in wine cellar ... What?” “Wine cellar? Karen. You’re allergic to grape. What are you going to do with a wine cellar?” “I’ll think of something.” “You could refrigerate it and keep kegs cold,” said a nosy parker at the counter. That got agreement from the...