A few days ago, I took a bucket filled with cold water, poured it into a mug, and poured it back out again.
It tasted great.
Then I tried a pint of root beer.
The mug was not as clean and clear as I thought it would be.
I was worried about the beer ball, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it long.
I tried pouring the beer into the glass, and it seemed to float to the top.
So I took the mug to the bar and put it on a plate.
It was full.
“You should get that,” said the bartender, as I stepped back to let her serve me another beer.
I knew she didn’t know the name of the beer, and she didn