Left Aside

It was a rainy afternoon and we entered a pub, a place I had no experience in. The teacher told me that I was about to experience a real English brew, and ordered me a Guinness Stout.

I know now that it’s not English at all, but as I drank it, the thick brown of it made me feel that I had accomplished an important task, and for years afterwards, I chose a Guinness as my drink of choice.

I know now that it wasn’t my choice at all.