Scotch
Two seats down from me was a guy a few decades my senior. Before I could respond or even get out as much as a greeting, he said “No. He's a beer drinker! He wants a Bud Light.”
“No way. Look at him! Bud Light drinkers do not dress like that.”
My drink of choice is in fact Glenlivet 18, which was not an option. Instead, I ordered a Glenlivet 12 on the rocks, quickly put together by the bartender whose name tag read “Deborah.”
Looking knowingly back at the regular who was giving her a hard time, Deborah added, “And he sounds like Richard Dreyfuss.”
I laughed. I've heard that one before.
“Laughs like him, too.”
Deborah grinned triumphantly and turned her attention to a customer at the other end of the bar. I was happy. I had my Scotch.