The Name of the Game Is Shame
My curiosity piqued, I just looked into the etymological origins of the “Dutch treat.” One of the explanations proffered — at least on Wikipedia — is that during the period of the Anglo-Dutch wars, “Dutch,” for the English, became a sort of garden variety pejorative, as in “Dutch courage” and “Dutch wife.” (Don’t ask me what those are supposed to mean.)
I engage in this bit of throat clearing in part to mask my shame. Lunchless today, I’m afraid. You see, I had a cold coming on yesterday. To “treat” it, I somehow thought that a juice cure was in order. Normally, I think this would be a sound course of action. In this case, however, the juice was mixed with significant quantities of vodka. So now I’m nursing both a cold and a hangover — not exactly the best conditions for springing from bed and fixing some lunch.
From where I sit, 2.5 miles seems positively heroic.
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