I like gluten-free beer.
So, every so often I’ll mosey down the road to the local health food store and score myself a six-pack before the big game.
A couple months ago, while swiping my debit card to complete my purchase, the guy bagging my brewskies initiated an awkward discourse. It went like this…
Bagger: Do you have celiac?
Me: No, I don’t.
Bagger: Then why are you buying gluten-free beer?
He had that I-should-be-rolling-my-eyes-but-I’m-at-work look on his face, as if I were some dunce just following the gluten-free crowd.
If I had the time I would have broken into full YouTube video mode and dropped some truth bombs on him, but the checker was already handing me my receipt.
So I replied…