Alright. So the Mrs. and I were just at our favorite local liquor store after having dinner to pick up a bottle of wine to have while figuring out how we're going to wire up the surround sound in the basement. We plan to do though the walls and everything. (Finished ceiling too, so this may be a bitch.) Afterwards, we plan to play some Pilotwings. But I digress.
As we're walking out, I hear this lady ask this question to the guy working there: "Do you guys have any Oktoberfest in like, a pale ale?"
I stop, give the wife a squinty side-eye, and ask,
"Did I just hear her ask for an Oktoberfest in a pale ale?"
She confirmed with a chuckle that it was exactly what she asked.
Seriously, lady, don't drink beer again. Like, ever, you fucking twat. It's like, "Oooo, I would really like to get in the fall spirit, but I don't like that kind of beer, do you have something that says Oktober-something but tastes more like something me and dumb hoity toity friends drink while we bitch about our husbands and gossip about Jessica since she's not here tonight."
Why that irritated me so much, I'm not sure. I'm going to try and calm down while I enjoy this Cabernet Sauvignon-style pink Moscato.
As we're walking out, I hear this lady ask this question to the guy working there: "Do you guys have any Oktoberfest in like, a pale ale?"
I stop, give the wife a squinty side-eye, and ask,
"Did I just hear her ask for an Oktoberfest in a pale ale?"
She confirmed with a chuckle that it was exactly what she asked.
Seriously, lady, don't drink beer again. Like, ever, you fucking twat. It's like, "Oooo, I would really like to get in the fall spirit, but I don't like that kind of beer, do you have something that says Oktober-something but tastes more like something me and dumb hoity toity friends drink while we bitch about our husbands and gossip about Jessica since she's not here tonight."
Why that irritated me so much, I'm not sure. I'm going to try and calm down while I enjoy this Cabernet Sauvignon-style pink Moscato.