Reflections on an evening at Saskatchewan Place, serving beer to the pathetically small crowd of not fully evolved hooligans.

1) Why did I collect $35.25 in tips on a night when the crowd was at least 90% male? Do I come off as gay?

2) How can you walk up to a bar, that shows no bottles of alcohol, no soft drink dispensers, and no apparent facilities for making a mixed drink, and confidently ask for 2 rye and Cokes?

3) At what point in your personal evolution did you deviate from growing, if you can stand in front of me, and with no attempt at humor in your voice, ask me how big a 15 oz beer is?