…which means that I just also pretty much lost my last fragment of pity for these four particular DC Summer Interns. The expectation of entitlement chewed up a lot of it; the attempt at intimidation got most of the rest, and the clear misjudgement by that one guy over who was going to win a battle of wits acted as a high-pressure anti-sympathy wash. Nonetheless, I am at heart a sentimentalist and an optimist, so I still felt just a little pit sorry for the poor kids…
But to go through all of that for Pabst Blue Ribbon?
Heathen.
The kids are young, away from home for the first time and really don’t know better when it comes to beer. But hey; at least the waiter came out ahead.