
Him, handing me a beer: One for the road?
Me: Sure.
Me, pouring it on the street: This seems wasteful.
Him, handing me a beer: One for the road?
Me: Sure.
Me, pouring it on the street: This seems wasteful.
Her: I think I’m going to call it a night.
Me, looking out the window: Yea, I mean that’s what it’s called.