After every Toastmaster's meeting we all head to 220's, which is probably the most low-key bar in Birmingham, MI.  For any non-Michigander readers, let me translate:  It's still way nicer than most of the bars where I would typically spend my time. Anyways, around 10:30 tonight, we were getting ready to leave and the only people left from our group were Jeff, Ralph, Stuart, Sheila and myself.  Jeff was telling us about the recent division contest, when I got distracted and started staring and some guy chugging a beer just over Jeff's left shoulder.  I'm not 100% sure about what originally caught my attention, but it dawned on me quickly when the guy finished chugging the beer, picked up all of the dishes on the table, and took them to the kitchen. Let me clarify: One of the servers at 220's was apparently having a rough night and was gettin' his drink on with a half-finished beer that belonged to a departed customer.  I had just seen this happen with my own eyes, but I was having trouble believing myself.  I turned to Sheila, on my right and I asked her if she'd just seen what I saw and she replied that she had.  Then I started laughing hysterically. Jeff is one of the best storytellers I know and as a speaker, he can pretty much phase out any distraction you give him.  Even he stopped talking when I started laughing, though, because he thought I was laughing at him. I had to explain the story to everyone at that point, and luckily Sheila had also seen the whole thing.  This was good because otherwise, I seriously would've thought that I'd imagined the whole thing. And to think, if we'd left just five minutes earlier like we'd been trying, we would've missed the whole spectacle.