(still) Lost in Translation

On Sunday Phil and I took a customer to the footy. Phil went to get himself a beer and came back with two. It wasn't intentional - he had asked for a blonde draft. So he got one cup of blonde beer, and one cup of draught beer - apparently he should have asked for a blonde from the tap. And after you are handed two beers, you can hardly say no to either of them. I suppose I should probably just be happy he didn't end up with a blonde chick.
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