Last night, I got my ass handed to me. The Deer Classic Convention was in town, and they like to drink. Here’s how most of my conversations went like last night:
Hey how you doing? Good…give me two Busch Lights, two Coors Lights, a Double Crown and Diet, and a Captain Coke. Sorry, sir. We don’t have Busch Light. What? No, Busch Light? No, sorry, sir. No Busch Light. Hm…Well, then, give me four Coors Lights. A double Crown and Diet… (Looks over shoulder)…Hey Joe, you wanna drink? Yeah, get me a Busch Light. They don’t have Busch Light. No Busch Light? Yeah, they got Coors…You got Bud Light? Yes, sir. We have Bud Light. Bud? Yes, we have Bud. (Looks back over shoulder) They got Bud Light, Coors Light, and Bud. They got Miller Light? (Turns back) You got Miller Light? Yes, we have Miller Light. (Looks back to Joe). Yeah, they got Miller Light. Aw Hell, just give me a Crown and Coke. Crown and Coke? You wanna double? Yeah, make it a double. In a tall glass. (Turns back). Ok. He wants a Crown and Coke. Ok, so four Coors Lights, a Double Crown and Diet. A Captain and Coke, and a Double Crown and Coke Tall. Correct? Hang on a second. (Turns back over his shoulder). Hey Jack. You want something? Yeah, get me a Busch Light. They don’t GOT Busch Light. They got….
I imagine my hell being behind the bar, with this never-ending conversation that goes on and on for all eternity with no cigarette breaks in between.
And it’s not Coors Light… it’s Kerrs Light.