Summer was approaching.

I had a hankering for cider, so I caught the bus downtown and walked the kilometre northwards to the liquor store.

After several minutes of waiting in line - it was busy - I placed two cans of Mercury on the counter.

"The six-pack would be better value per can, sir. Are you sure you want these cans?"

"No, thank you. I was recently in hospital and the doctors advised against any heavy lifting."

Her face clearing, she smiled and nodded, seeming genuinely glad.

With my cans in hand, I departed the store, amidst the pouring rain.