Yeah, so, I forgot to share this little story in my SF Beer Week post earlier this week.
I was in line for the ladies restroom, when I saw a woman at the sink, washing her hands. She was clearly drunk like everyone else there. I mean, it’s a beer festival, after all. Unfortunately, she had the paper toilet seat cover hanging out of the back of her pants. I saw several women walk by her and see it, and they didn’t say anything. Mean! I thought ladies were supposed to stick together.
I wasn’t going to let her walk out of the restroom like that. “The toilet seat cover is stuck to the back of your pants,” I told her.
“OH MY GOD! THANK YOU! YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD PERSON!” she screamed and slurred.
“Yeah, well, that’s debatable, but you’re welcome. Pay it forward,” I said.
I’m sharing this story, so when you comment on a blog post later saying I’m a horrible human being, I will link to this blog post as an example of me being a good person.
By the way, tonight, mighty, mighty good man David and I will be drinking a Speakeasy Black Hand Milk Chocolate Stout, because that’s how we do chocolate in our house for Valentine’s Day.