It Started When A Woman Walked Into A Bar On A Cruise Ship

have a Scotch, please. Single malt if you have it. And Carlos,” she added, reading his name tag, “just two drops of water.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow slightly but nodded. “Two drops. Coming right up, ma’am.”

He poured a generous measure of an eighteen-year Macallan into a crystal tumbler, then carefully—theatrically, even—added exactly two drops of water continue reading …