It’s almost impossible to impress me anymore. I’ve seen and heard it all.
And yet, today, it happened. In a supermarket. Between the beer shelves. I heard something so extraordinary that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, a tear welled up in the corner of my eye, and I wanted to walk over to that man, shake his hand, give him a hug, and tell him how he had just restored my faith in humanity.
I’m going to nominate him for the Nobel Prize!
A young couple, probably around 25, were having a conversation.
The woman said, “You’ll just have two beers.”
The man: “I’m having twelve.”
The woman: “No, you fucking won’t. You’re having two!”
The man: “I want twelve.”
The woman, clearly getting angry: “Why do you always have to drink so much beer? Can’t you go just one weekend without drinking the stuff?”
The man: “You know that once I’ve had a few, I start getting horny.”
The woman: “Fine, then. Have your twelve.”
That young man is my hero!
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