[ WP ] You walk up to the counter and order you favorite drink . You see out of the corner of your eye , as you finish the refreshing beverage , that everyone in the room is staring at you in bewilderment .

`` I'll have a PBR, please,'' I greeted the bartender with a smile and a $ 10 bill, `` Keep the change as a tip.'' 
 The bartender looked at me in disbelief, raised an eyebrow, and then shook his head. He opened the freezer and grabbed a mug, then went into the back for a few moments. He emerged with a dusty can, grunted, and went to the sink where he washed it off. He then poured it in what I was sure was the wrong way, directly into the mug without tilting it, and a disappointing amount of foam spilled over the top of the glass, where he haphazardly scooted it over to me. Okay, I thought, weird bartender; maybe I should wait before I tip next time, so as not to give a $ 6 tip on a $ 4 beer to a bartender as rude as this. Whatever, I was just having the one anyways. I shook it off and raised the glass. `` Cheers,'' I said, kicked my head back, and emptied the contents into my stomach. Ahhh, how refreshing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm feeling taking over my body for a moment. 
 `` Ey. Hey Yeee-oouu.'' 
 I opened my eyes and peered at where the voice was coming from. A bearded old man peered back at me with beady eyes. His wife-beater shirt and overalls made me recall that, despite the fact that I was backpacking to get a better grip on nature and reality, I was also on the part of the trip where I was passing through the South. 
 `` Excuse me?'' 
 `` Yew wan o' dem hippie folk?'' 
 `` What?'' I was a bit taken aback by his bluntness. `` I do n't understand.'' 
 `` We's a Budweiser bar. Yew kin take yer goddamn fancy-schmancy PBR and shove it up yer ass, yahear?'' 
 `` Yeah!'' another accented voice shouted. 
 I turned around. The entire bar of bearlike, redneck men had stopped what they were doing and turned to face us. Some looked bewildered; others downright angry. 
 `` What? Listen, I just wanted a beer, and I do n't like Bud, it does n't taste very goo-,'' I was cut off by one of the men promptly picking me up and slamming me into the bar counter. I reeled in pain and collapsed in a heap. Four of the men picked me up. `` Wha?'' I barely had the time to say in confusion as they began carrying me. I looked ahead and saw that we were going towards the door. `` Agh!'' I said as they slammed my head into the door, opening it. 
 `` Wait, just let me down, boys! Plea-,'' The men all reared their arms back, then threw me forward with a force. I landed hard, sliding a few feet and scraping my arms and knees in the process. 
 `` Yew want a PBR in the future, yew jist mosey on down to the gay bar up the road over there, alrighty?'' the redneck and his friends all laughed and shuffled back into the bar. 
 
 I lay there for a moment, unmoving. This hurt. A lot. I did n't really want to move. What the hell, man, I only wanted a beer, I thought. The sunlight overhead suddenly was blocked. I opened one eye and saw a small, bookish looking woman peering back at me. She was cute. 
 `` You okay?'' 
 `` Yeah,'' I said back,'' Sorry, am I in your way?'' 
 `` No, but you're kind of just laying here on the ground. I had to ask.'' 
 `` Well, apparently they do n't like someone who orders a PBR in there.'' 
 `` Ahaha! You actually went into Bud's and ordered a PBR? What the hell is wrong with you?'' The lady grinned at me and offered a hand,'' Here, get up. Everyone knows you only order Bud at Bud's. It's an insult to order anything else. Come on, let's go get a drink at the bar up the way, they have a better selection. You can drink something better than a shitty PBR there. On me, really. Best entertainment I've had all week.'' 
 I used her arm to pull myself up. `` But is n't that a gay bar?'' She dropped me back on the ground. 
 `` Do you have a problem with that?'' She glared at me. 
 `` Uhh... no.'' 
 She smiled,'' Good. Now come along,'' she pulled me up and we began to walk together.
