My friend and I were grabbing dinner after the beer fest (let’s be honest. This was operation: sober up) and naturally I started chatting with our waitress. I figured that she must live around there and know where I could find a pint glass of a local brew.
At first, I don’t think she really understood why I was so hellbent on finding one. I tried my best to explain but it came out something like this:
Surely this girl will think I’m crazy.
Instead she smiled and said, “Oh. Well I’ll just steal you one from the kitchen. I’ll pick one that we got from a local brewery.”
I tipped her like crazy and walked away happy as a clam.
Reason # 52 why it pays to talk to strangers.