Almost forgot about this: about 30 years ago we had a garage sale and right in the middle of a bright blue-skied Saturday afternoon a tall middle aged and very attractive blond in a nice looking ladies business suit walked up to me and asked if I was the home owner. She smelled so good I went blank for a minute but the clouds parted and when I came back I admitted that I was indeed the homeowner.
She asked me if I was a beer drinker. I just couldn't make myself lie to that face. I admitted that I was a beer drinker. She asked me if I was interested in participating in a survey. I wanted to ask her if it involved the removal any articles of clothing but I just gave her my best smile and told her that if it would help her out at all I'd be happy to.
She said she had 2 six-packs of beer in long neck bottles with either a Red 1 or a blue 2 on each bottle. She asked me to drink the six-pack with the red 1s first and not all on the same day. Then the following week to drink the six-pack with the blue 2s on it in a similar fashion. The week after that she'd come back and interview me on both the red 1s and the blue 2s. She refused to tell me what brands of beer they were.
When I opened the first red 1 I knew on the first mouth full what it was because it bit my tongue off. It was without she slightest doubt what so ever Budweiser. I drank about half of that bottle and poured the rest out. I gave the rest of to my neighbor who liked Bud and he agreed that it was definitely Budweiser.
At that time I was drinking Miller High Life and again I had no doubt that was what was in all the Blue 2s. I drank em all...at the same time.
When the lady came back around I invited her in and she sat down in my favorite chair (intentionally?) and opened up her briefcase and pulled out her little clip board. She asked a series of questions about both beers and I answered her honestly.
I finally asked her what they were. She said that she was not allowed to divulge that information. Her snotty tone kind of torqued my jaws so I told her that it was alright, I knew what they were. I told her that the red 1 were so foul that I didn't drink them and that I knew they were Budweiser and I gave them to my neighbor. I then told her that I knew that the blue 2s were Miller High Life and that I drank them all right down in one sitting.
She gave he a "Harrumph" stuck her nose up in the air and walked out to her car. I had to laugh when it wouldn't start. I stood at the living room window grinning as she look up toward the house with a pleading look in her eye. I just stood there. She finally got it started and left.
I couldn't help feeling a little hurt that she never called or came back to see me. I just hate it when one of them golden moments gets away from me.

But...I did get a free six-pack of good beer outta the deal.