Me, some old lady, and one big beer

Today, my folks and I drove down to Castle Rock, Colorado, looking for some calendar Mom wanted.

We didn't find it.

But we did find a cute little cafe with wonderful food for lunch.

I'm officially on Christmas break, so I decided to go all out and order enchiladas and a schooner of beer.

I hadn't had a schooner of beer in a long time (but boy do they bring me back to my college days).

Both the enchiladas and the beer were delicious.

We paid the bill and made our way to the door.

"How was that beer?" Asked a voice behind me.

I wheeled around to see a little old lady.

"It was good," I replied.

"Well, I noticed it was so big you needed two hands to lift it."

And with that, she huffed off.

For Pete's sake! I'm on vacation, I wasn't driving, and I'M NEARLY 40 YEARS OLD.

I'm a magnet for angry little old ladies.