On Thurday night, despite having remembered to tote around a reusable plastic beer mug, I did not drink a single beer.
What happened on Thursday night is that I went down to the street party for the Junos (Canadian Music Awards) where there were free parties, bands playing all down the street, and a noticeable abundance of plastic beer cups.
In the main event tent, as predicted, there was a beer garden, doling out said cups filled with Whistler Brew. Alas, when I attempted to use my mug, I was shut down. I was actually surprised. I’ve been on a streak of agreeable servers and deli attendants who filled my containers and cups without question. What do you mean “no, you won’t do it”?
Their excuse wasn’t even a good one. They said if I didn’t have a cup like everyone else, security would think I smuggled my alcohol in. What? Do I look like I’m 19? I haven’t smuggled alcohol in anywhere in 10 years! Ok, maybe 5, but really. Why the heck does the bar tender care what the security guy thinks of me?
I debated the issue for about 5 minutes before giving up and selling my $7 (!) beer ticket to someone else.
Maybe I was over reacting, but who sets these rules? No beer unless it is in a flimsy, disposable plastic cup.
I’ll admit that I did go to a similar gathering a few weeks ago and forgot my reusable mug. And I’ll also admit that I cheated a bit at that event and reused a plastic cup that one of my friend’s had ditched. However, that particular cup came home with me and ended up in the “non curbside pick up plastic” pile. And when you wake up in the morning and realize that pile is a little bit bigger, it isn’t a good feeling. It’s like a recycling hangover.
So that was why, this time, I held my ground. No more using disposable plastic – even if it had already been used once.
Thanks to my patient friends who stood and waited while I had my eccentric confrontations, first with the beer guy and then with the pizza guy (who ended up giving me a slice in my hand and promising to reuse the cardboard box and who was definitely smirking at me when I left). It made me realize that things are so easy when you have your little routine of shops you go to and people you buy from, but that it all gets thrown out of wack when you go into the larger city and people just think you’re purposely being a difficult customer.
Ah well, I saved a couple bucks, and I’m probably better off with one less beer in my stomach anyway.