rburg
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I have some buddies that live up in Middletown, OH. Its a steel town, and has its rougher areas. Well ole Rick is up to about anything, not really a tough customer, but he's been around and is big enough to hold his own. Joe, not so much. A really nice guy but at that time in his life he was the manager of a McDonald's.
So one night they were out crusin' And Joe mentioned to Rick he'd never been to a bar right up the road. Right near the steel mill. So Rick said OK, but order what I order. So Rick ordered a draft beer. Not like you wussies who order by brand, you drink what they've got on tap. Well, not paying any attention, ole Joe ordered a "Michelob Light". All talk and noise in the place stopped. Everyone pivoted to look at the fool who would order such swill. So Joe, caught on in an instant and recovered. He just said "I'll take one of what he got". They drank it quick and left with their lives.
I grew up in a small town that only had one watering hole. Since I was paying, I took college pretty seriously. And I had a friend down the road a piece. When he got done studying, he'd walk up the road and ask if I wanted a cold one. That was always well after 10:00 so I'd be ready, too. Back then I was financially challenged. Meaning I didn't have very much at all. But we'd hike up the road, take a shortcut behind a bunch of houses and garages, then cross the main road and head over to the Village Inn. There you could buy a glass of beer for 15 cents, or a mug for 25. We measured early on and discovered the mug had over twice as much, so it was what we ordered.
Some of the old timers (they were ancient, probably 40) pointed out that we might get more, but it was warm by the time we finished. Not us, we'd down the mug in a flash. And then go home. We were young and worked, went to school, and studied. Sleep came quick when we were buzzed. Our fathers complained constantly that we were drunks. Hard to get drunk on one beer a night. And we couldn't afford another, that'd be another 25 cents!
So one night they were out crusin' And Joe mentioned to Rick he'd never been to a bar right up the road. Right near the steel mill. So Rick said OK, but order what I order. So Rick ordered a draft beer. Not like you wussies who order by brand, you drink what they've got on tap. Well, not paying any attention, ole Joe ordered a "Michelob Light". All talk and noise in the place stopped. Everyone pivoted to look at the fool who would order such swill. So Joe, caught on in an instant and recovered. He just said "I'll take one of what he got". They drank it quick and left with their lives.
I grew up in a small town that only had one watering hole. Since I was paying, I took college pretty seriously. And I had a friend down the road a piece. When he got done studying, he'd walk up the road and ask if I wanted a cold one. That was always well after 10:00 so I'd be ready, too. Back then I was financially challenged. Meaning I didn't have very much at all. But we'd hike up the road, take a shortcut behind a bunch of houses and garages, then cross the main road and head over to the Village Inn. There you could buy a glass of beer for 15 cents, or a mug for 25. We measured early on and discovered the mug had over twice as much, so it was what we ordered.
Some of the old timers (they were ancient, probably 40) pointed out that we might get more, but it was warm by the time we finished. Not us, we'd down the mug in a flash. And then go home. We were young and worked, went to school, and studied. Sleep came quick when we were buzzed. Our fathers complained constantly that we were drunks. Hard to get drunk on one beer a night. And we couldn't afford another, that'd be another 25 cents!
