“
Harry and I were now tubing side-by-side, and I could smell him—and he smelled bad.
“Hey, so you guys brought your own booze, aye?” he said. “That’s clever. Wanna know a trick I use to score free beers?”
For some reason, Harry always seemed to be low on cash, even though there were rumors going round that he was born into a wealthy family of British aristocrats.
“Sure,” I said.
With a mischievous grin, he then told me his secret plan. “You know, mate, when I’ve got just a bit of beer left in my glass, I give it a little rub with my fingers—running these two,” he said, holding up his index and middle fingers, “right through my butt crack. Then I walk up to the bartender, hold the glass under their nose, and say, ‘Apologies, but my beer seems to have an odd smell.’”
“My god, Harry…”
“Works like a charm—they always give me a fresh one on the house,” he said, giving me the most awkward wink in human history.
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A.C. van Wonderen (Mad Monkeys: The darkly funny travel novel for anyone who’s ever felt lost)