Doing beer tastings at liquor stores is just one of my many responsibilities. I really enjoy the activity because you meet a wide variety of folks (some encounters which I have recorded here in this very blog--the most notable entry involved a Shi Tzu dog which catapulted my Google visits into the teens!). Two weekends ago I had a classic encounter.
Two admittedly gay men in ridiculously small shorts approached my booth and I plied them with some of our fine golden brew. They were in a fabulously rowdy mood, and things rapidly descended into the realm of a "Carry On ______!" movie.
Commenting on our lovely green packaging and sexy bottles:
A- "If we choose beer by the appearance of the packaging it MUST mean we're GAY!"
I told the boys I had different criteria for establishing sexuality.
They howled with glee and mentioned something about sucking cock.
I told them they were getting warmer.
The Saturday afternoon gin shoppers were getting nervous.
He was really vamping it up.
The train really came off the tracks when I invited them to try my fellow salesman Neil's beer.
A- "If there's a Bob here then this beer will have some head!!"
Neil. Bob. Head.
But it's actually a very good pun as well; beer, of course, is best enjoyed with a bit of head.
They were the highlight of my day.
They were not Neil's highlight--he's true blue Calgarian.