I’m just covering a shift at the family pub, it’s dead here so I was just putting a load of glass mats through our rather loud dishwasher.
In comes a semi-regular and orders a “summer” in his heavy Eastern European accent. He does mix up what he drinks a bit.
I pour a pint of tasty lovely my favourite Summer Lightning.
He actually said “San Mig(uel)” so now I’ve got a pint of lovely tasty my favourite Summer Lightning just sat here.
O, the hilarity! Be back in a sec… 