Is there such a thing as a placebo for alcoholics...

I'm not a regular customer of McCafe.  No matter how they tart it up, it's still just a McDonalds.  But I have to say I'm glad I agreed to go when some friends suggested it the other night.  If I'd said no, as was my first instinct, I might have missed the following edition of "Kellie Has Fun Eavesdropping On People".

So we were sitting there, trying to work out if our pastries had fruit or chocolate in them, when a group of about twenty people all came in together.  That's a lot to traipse into a Macca's all at once so we were understandably curious.  Can you really blame us for eavesdropping?

"Well that was fun, for an A.A. meeting."

An A.A. group!  That was a first.  I didn't even know that one met around there.

We kept listening, because that's how we roll.  It was all pretty boring, just your usual chit chat about families and work and what they were doing on the weekend.

At least it was until one of them, a girl who was noticeably younger than the rest but definitely part of the group, fronted up to the counter and placed her order.  She couldn't have been very far out of her teens and she was dressed as if she'd come from a night club, tottering on a pair of six inch heels.

"Um ... I'll have one of those ... what are they called?  You know the one's that look like a daiquiri?"

Oh bless.

Good on her for going to AA of course, especially given how young she was, but I just couldn't help choking over my iced chocolate as she said that.

Somehow, I think she might need to keep going for a little while longer.