It was nearing shift change at the Union Saloon, and Cee-Cee, Jim, and I were reviewing an article, “When Your Bartender Can’t Pour a Pilzner Properly.” Never having worked behind a bar, I had no idea there were rules one had to follow when serving a beer.
Jim and Cee-Cee were getting quite the hoot for the story. Soon Junior, Cee-Cee’s replacement for the night, joined in the laughter as Jim read aloud.
I only laughed because their laughter was so infectious.
Once Jim finished the article, and he and Cee-Cee, and Junior had stopped laughing, I had a sudden thought.
“You know,” I said, “The one thing they didn’t say in that list was drinking it.”
All three began laughing again. I couldn’t see what was so funny, and none of the trio would explain.
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