Here’s one of my favorite bar stories: A guy, maybe mid-twenties, strides into the bar and tosses a wad of bills on the bar. The only other customers at the time were three men in their forties, sitting together. The kid says, “Keep my glass full, get yourself one and get a drink for those old guys at the end, if they can handle it.” Those ‘old guys’ didn’t really appreciate being called ‘old’ I guess because they started sending this kid shots of bourbon and had me pour them equivalent shots of iced-tea that looked like bourbon. They just kept pouring them on and this kid kept pounding them back and telling them how he was going to drink them under the table. About ten shots and thirty minutes later, the kid was passed out in a cab, with just enough money to get home. Then we all had a drink on him. I guess there is something to be said for age and wisdom. Never mess with an old dog when you don’t know any tricks.