It was Saturday, and I needed booze. Nothing too heavy; just a bottle of gin for cocktail hour and some Lillet to serve before dinner. So I hopped in the Telstar Logistics fake-fleet vehicle, and drove down to the glamorous BevMo on Bayshore.
When I emerged from the store a few minutes later, I found this note stuffed under my windshield wiper. Awwww. Thank you, anonymous reader! You made my day.