Good to the Last Drop

New Orleans, 2009

The fellow on the bench was sucking down the last drops of his beer before taking off on a stroll. When he stood up from the bench, he left behind a puddle. Guess he went to search out his next beverage. The gal sharing the bench with him didn't seem to mind, but given that she was bundled up in heavy clothing on a hot day, I'm not sure she was any alert that day than he was. She even stuck around for about ten minutes after he departed.