Day 13 - Oran, MO - Conclusion

The silence on the way back is broken by my Mom.

She wants a margarita.

She liked the one at El Tapitio but it is starting to rain and it is getting cold (for us, not you Missouri folks reading along).

I volunteer to go to El Tapitio and order some take out.

"But what about my margarita?" my Mom asks.

Jack suggests that I go get the pre-made Jose Cuervo margaritas.

"Do you know which ones I'm talking about?" he asks.

I think I do.

We carefully get my Mom on to her side of the bed and then I leave to pick up dinner.

I stop by the Food Mart (100% Employee Owned!) first to get the drinks.

And I don't find what I'm looking for.

I realize that I"m at a smaller version of this store so I head a little further down the road to another one that is much larger.

When you walk into the booze section here, they have motion detection alarms that go off as long as you are in that aisle.

It makes me want to get out of there as soon as possible.

I'm able to score here but now I'm faced with a decision.

Little bottle or big bottle?

I pick up the big bottle and some margarita salt and I'm out of there.

I then held over to El Tapitio to order food.

And that is when I see it.

In front by the cashier, there is a refrigerated display for the soda that they sell.

There are 12 oz. glass bottles of Coke in there.

I ask the host "Are those Cokes from Mexcio?"

"Si, senor."

"And it is made with cane sugar?"
"Si, senor."

As I place our dinner order, I get one of those Cokes.

My Mom was going to get one after all.