“I’ll take a Bud Light,” the man said as he approached the beer kiosk.
“Sorry, sir, we only have Green Line and 312,” said the vendor, who was wearing Goose Island gear and standing beneath a Goose Island awning and between two Goose Island taps.
The perplexed look on the man’s face was indicative of what was no doubt a heated inner struggle.
Whaddya mean you don’t have Bud Light? Do I stay here and buy this craft stuff or do I get back in another line in order to savor the crisp, refreshing nectar that was brewed the hard way and aged on beechwood?