During one of my increasingly rare beer outings yesterday, I ordered a beer in the bottle because it was the best beer they place had.  The bar tender brought me a glass.  Just as I was about to pour my beer, I asked the bar tender for another glass…dirty.

After I asked for a new glass, I turned to my friend and stated, in no uncertain terms, that it wasn’t a matter of germs at all.  Do you ever have those moments when you find yourself somewhat comical based on something you do?  I do.  This was one of those moments.  I realized something sort of zany about myself that has been occurring in the past year or so.

Perhaps “militant” could describe my attitude about drinking after others and their germs ridden glasses; at least that was my attitude a few years ago.  These days, I really don’t think much about it.  Maybe I’ve developed less discretion about drinking after people, have changed attitudes about germs, or just haven’t gotten a wicked case of mono but I pretty readily tipple after someone else these days.

So, the funny thing about my statement was simply based on the fact that I was indifferent about the germs and more concerned about the appearance of the brew and the head retention (I’ve written on this topic before).  Called it a case of misjudged priorities, call it obsession, just don’t call my glass dirty because that would hurt me a little too badly.