A few weeks ago, my brother-in-law, Stefan, and I went into a bar and grill to get dinner. I went straight to the table, while he went to take his daughter to the restroom. We'd had a great day out hunting, but we were frozen through to the bone - we certainly needed a beer. Anyway, the waitress came straight to the table and asked what I wanted to drink.
"What do you have on tap?" I fired back.
"We don't have a tap."
I paused for a moment, but, undeterred, asked, "What do you have in bottles?"
"Sam Adams, Bud, Bud Light, Miller, Miller Light." I don't remember the full list, but she went on in a downward spiral long enough that it got pretty awkward.
Finally, she finished and I said, "... I'll have a Sam Adams."
So, she walks off just as Stefan came back to the table. He sat down, and here comes the waitress again to ask him what he wants to drink.
"What do you have on tap?" he asks, and, as he does, I start to grin.
"We don't have a tap."
"What do you have in bottles?"
And, sure enough, here comes the whole list again in the exact same order. I can see Stefan getting sucked down the exact same vortex of despair.
Finally, she finishes the whole terrible list and he says, "... I'll have a Sam Adams."
I just started laughing. I wonder how many times that waitress had that exact same conversation.