Its the Best

he was pouring at the happening and usually there is a fair amount of disdain for the enthusiasts who like to sidle up to sample the snacks, libations and what have you goodies. he was a wisp of fair blond - a hippy kid. he asked me if I would like him to crack my can of brew I told him that this was not necessary I looked at some stuff and listened to some other stuff trying to maintain a bit of elbow room while the crowds swirled and yammered biding some time before refill and then I went back for another and he cracked this one for me and said "cheers" I drank it down and went for a walk down the street I did not want to appear to be too gluttonous so I gave it some minutes when I resurfaced in the crowded room and foraged thru the groups back to my man he smiled and said "I grabbed this one at the bottom so that its chilled and now it needs to be shotgunned". I laughed and retorted with double thumbs up Impressed that this cat accurately assessed my quench and provided a responsive and congenial atmosphere in one that can be rather unpleasant and clannish my man had it and I salute him for it the damn hippy dippy had it kindness