Earlier tonight I was buying some beer (MALT LIQUOR) when the cashier noted one of the cans was dented.

She brought this to my attention, asking if it mattered to me.

"No, not at all" I replied nonchalantly, trying to scoot out of there before the person I'd gone to high school with noticed I was getting boozy on a weeknight.

"It all tastes the same, right?"

"Yeah," I said, "It all smells the same the next morning, too."



She saw my wink and raised it one grimace.