Dumb question

Last night I was asked some of the stupidest questions that I’ve ever heard… I’d just walked in the front door of the brewpub with a big pink laundry bucket containing an empty keg and a tapper, and the greeter turns to me and says, “Are you returning a keg?”

Pause.

“Well, I hope so. I could take this back to the truck, but it’s a heck of a hike.”

I suppose I could have been there for a refill. Or I might have been hauling empty kegs around downtown Ann Arbor as part of some kind of bizarre exercise program. Perhaps they have occasional visits from door-to-door keg salesmen. “It’s a nice night, so I thought I’d take my keg out for a walk around the neighborhood.” Maybe it was part of some ceremonial procession, bringing an empty keg to every place that sold alcohol while solemnly intoning “From the pub you came, to the pub you shall return!”

Then the guy came in from the back room and added another dim inquiry to the stack.

“Is that one of ours?”

Pause.

“The keg and tapper are yours… That’s my bucket.”

Again, what was he thinking? That I’d decided to return a keg to some random place? “Nope, it’s not yours, but I figured I’d see how much you’d give me for it.”

Feh.