On a flight from Palm Beach last week, I'm sitting next to this chick, and she's putting away the vodka-sodas pretty good. Finally, toward the end of the flight, notwithstanding my best "I'm really reading here" pose with my kindle, I get lured into a conversation with her. Musta been the comment she made about my beer selection, a Brooklyn Lager (the best of a small selection, and not bad at all).
So she says "That's a really good beer", and I agree and we have a brief discussion about beer where she does all the talking and all I can squeeze in is a few nods. Then she comes out with "I'm a beer connoisseur". And I say, "Really? What kind of beers do you like?". And she says "Oh, Shocktop, Blue Moon, uh, and others". I nodded and smiled. Just could not think of a single {nice} thing to say after that.
I'm such a beer snob now. Oh, well, I guess there are worse fates.
I was on my way to work one afternoon a few years ago (2 1/2 hour drive I made at the beginning and end of each set of shifts), and stopped for a six pack of beer so I'd have it cold after work. I brought it up to the counter at a truck stop, and the gorgeous, long-legged Shoshone beauty working the cash register wrinkled her nose and said, "I don't know why guys always drink beer; I don't like it."
I asked her what she did like, and she said, "Jack Daniels."
I said idly, "I'll have to bring you a bottle of Jack some day then," and she said, "I get off at eight." Talk about calling my bluff...
When I say gorgeous, I mean gorgeous. I've never fooled around on my wife, but I do believe the only thing that kept me true that evening was the knowledge that both of the guys who could cover for me were out of town, and the guy I was relieving would wind up working back-to-back 12 hour shifts.
A couple of days ago, I walked up to a cashier with no other customers in a hardware store, and she said, "it's like I've been waiting just for you." I gave a dismissive little wave of my hand and said in a bored voice, "yeah... a lot of women do that." She cracked up and said, "that was
good. Do you practice?"
When she asked what I wanted the tubing for and I told her homebrewing, she got downright enthusiastic. She asked me what I liked to make, and turned out to be genuinely knowledgable about beer. So I promised her some of the batch I was getting ready to bottle.
She made a point of mentioning her husband more than once though, so I don't think she's after anything but my beer.
