George came back by to get his whiskey.
"I poured it out!" I told him.
He wasn't pissed, but he was perturbed.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I asked of George's khaki pants and Polo shirt.
"I'm dressed as a white guy for Halloween," he said with a big toothy grin.
I burst out laughing. It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. George relished the attention.
"Momma said I should dress this way more often," George replied.