Water
On my way to the YMCA this afternoon, I saw a man rolling his wheelchair down the road. Now, he wasn’t rolling down the sidewalk, he was rolling down the middle of the road. He looked at me as I walked past the street perpendicular to him, and saw the glass bottle that I bring with me when I work out.

“Is that wine?” he asked.
“Nope, just water,” I replied.
“Hmph.” he said, and wheeled away.