Stories from Grandma Cat

I was talking to my mom last night when she mentioned the first, and only time she had ever been in a bar.
The story is very simple, and goes something like this.

Mom and Aunt Louise wanted some chicken wings to eat, so they load up in the car and go to a particular establishment. Mom didn't know where she was. Aunt Louise gets out of the car to go inside, and tells mom to stay there until she got back. Well, anyone that knows my mom, realizes that she does not take orders very well. So, she follows Aunt Louise into the establishment. The first thing she sees is small little jars sitting on shelving with a large mirror behind. She immediately asks Aunt Louise, "Why are there so many bottles of perfume back there." Aunt Louise tells her to be quiet, and goes on to order her chicken wings. When they leave, Aunt Louise explains to mom that there was liquor in those little bottles, that they sold in the restaurant to make mixed drinks. Mom said the bottles looked like little bottles of perfume like Grandma Naomi use to have.

This was mom's first and last trip to a bar.