I just stopped into one of my neighborhood bars ^[1] for a cheap afternoon beer and Robert, a regular at the bar, bought my beer. I thought that free beer sounded good but in the ten minutes it took to drink my beer I found out Robert was an expert at selling cars, glam-rock videos, baseball, football, soccer, tennis, dominos, hairdressing, dinosaurs, water conservation, gas mileage, making the perfect omelet, who should run the country, the price of beef, porn, sewing, big noses, aliens, tepee making and French kissing.

As I was leaving the bartender apologized and said, “That’s why Robert sits at the bar alone.”

I guess a free beer isn’t always a great deal.

(Names were changed to protect the guilty.)