The Three Beer Man

Day 21 of being off chemotherapy and I'm still feeling kind of rocky.  I clumsily put a gash in my shin the other day, and who knows when that will heal.  I'm up to walking a mile a day before tiring out, but my head is a little clearer.  I think I will take the extra month off to see if I can get stronger.  The worst feeling in the world is being in a crouching position and not being able to stand up without sitting on my ass and whirling around like a dog to stand up.  I should have my legs in good shape again pretty soon though.

Anyway, enough about me.  I was at the local market the other day to pick up some stuff, and when I went to the cashier, there was a guy ahead of me with a six pack of beer with 3 bottles in it.  He was explaining the the cashier that he didn't like the beer and wanted to return it for a full refund.  The beer was one of those berry tasting craft shit things, so I didn't really blame him, but he had on sandals with black socks, so I figured he'd made his own bed in buying it.

But ... wouldn't you know after drinking one bottle that you didn't like it?  And who the hell returns beer?  The cashier was kind of having a hard time taking it all in, so being the ass that I am, I interrupted the conversation by saying I wanted to check out and they could continue their conversation/argument after I was finished.

I didn't wait around to see if the asshole got his refund, but if he did, I'd like to do the same thing.  I'll buy a bottle of wine, drink 3 glasses and return the one inch left at the bottom of the bottle and ask for a refund because I didn't like it.

I wonder if I could get away with it?  I'm sure people have.