Mar 5, 2018
Midnight at the Museum, party. A man sits down heavily next to me, he's carrying a cake and a goblet of spirit which he sets down on the table. He turns at looks at me, fixes me with a blurry gaze for a few moments and then pushes the glass towards me. 'You taste this!' I stare at the goblet for a while. 'What... is it?' 'Ha ha ha ha ha!' he laughs in my face. I push the goblet back towards him, 'It's okay, thanks, but you can have it.' At this he laughs more, 'This is the best kind of friend, one who does not like alcohol!' and turns away. Later, as we're all leaving, he breaks off talking to a group and yells across the room, 'Hello friend! ... who doesn't like alcohol!'.
