The Annoying Middle Class
It was warm and humid at the park while watching a rock band perform.
We had at least a case of left over beer and water on ice when the concert ended. It was time to pack up and go home.
We decided, why not, to give it away. We called out with booming voices, “Free beer.” “Free beer.”
People soon came over and began to grab the beer, some by the bottle and some by the arm full and also the water. Everyone was nice and thankful about it. No one was pushy.
A man with a cane approached and asked if any more beer was left. I steped in and got two bottles for him. This man accepted only one bottle in a polite speaking manner.
This left me holding an extra bottle of beer.
A female voice from behind asked, “What kind of beer is it.” I replied with a smile, “It’s free beer.”
I saw, while replying, that it was a coiffured couple. Their clothing was neat and fitting as if they never once sat down. I’d swear that not one muscle moved around their eyes and forehead.
The woman was poised with a slightly jutted but noticeable chin when speaking. The man stood about three feet away with his hands in his pockets.
The “free beer” answer caused the women to turn to her man with a somewhat stunned and bewildered look. The man’s facial expression and shrugged shoulders seemed as if to say “So what.” “Grab some.”
The women then asked again, “What kind of beer is it.” I gave her the extra beer bottle in my hand and said to her, “Dig in and get another.”
Her arms closely retracted to her body as she again turned to her man. “It’s Kenzinger,” as she spoke with a droll voice and matching body language. The look on the man’s face was priceless.
It appears that they left with just one bottle of beer. Maybe not quiet to their satisfaction.
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