Ten o'clock Sunday morning.
OlderMale, wearing a ball cap and black shirt, sitting in a short lawn chair in a tent, waiting for the doors to open, on the second day of a two day art fair where he was trying (not entirely successfully) to sell his photography.
TallThinYoungGuy, stopping by to say hello and ask a question.
TallThinYoungGuy:
Um...this is going to sound funny....but...do you drink?
OlderMale:
Not really. Why?
TallThinYoungGuy:
Um...I was looking for someone who had a beer or something.
OlderMale:
Well, I do have one beer.
TallThinYoungGuy:
Um...can I have it? I mean, until the stores open and I can buy one for myself.
OlderGuy:
Why do you need a beer?
TallThinYoungGuy:
'Cause I need something to take the edge off. I'm working at this stupid art fair, I'm not selling a damn thing (pottery), I don't even want to be here, I have two tests to study for and a paper to write, which is never gonna get done, 'cause I am stuck at this damn art fair, and I just need a beer. Please? I'll give you three beers when the stores open if you just give me your beer now.
For those who are curious, the legal drinking age in the state where this happened is 21. TallThinGuy got his beer and I suppose he survived the day, though I don't know how he did on his tests or if his paper ever got done. He did not trade three beers for one. He did however trade for something else.
It is all about supply and demand.
Love,
Buddy
