Lessons From the Kissing Booth

Making new friends on the bus is an entirely different thing from being talked at by old drunks on the bus, a distinction that was made painfully clear tonight when I sat down next to one of the latter on my second bus home. During the course of his monologue he warned me off of tequila, men, and wintergreen-flavored anything. I'm sort of curious as to what the connection was between the three, but not curious enough to actually have asked.