I was in a hostel with three other friends and I decided to be Mr Nice Guy by offering to collect the groceries and drinks for our planned feast later that night.
Down the supermarket, I had no problems selecting the food but was indecisive when it came to drinks. When I saw some reasonably priced bottles of Shiraz, I thought, "They'll do me", and popped a couple in the basket. What do I buy for the boys... Hmmm. Scouring the aisles, my eyes lit up when I saw a pile of beer cans stacked up in the middle which were a bargain at around €1 each. BINGO!
I returned back to the hostel, dutifully put the beers in the freezer and got started on the dinner. I'd finished my first bottle when the guys arrived and ordered them to get a nice n' cold beer from the fridge as I cooked the dinner.
Given the beers had been warm and the freezer was "sin" power, they started complaining about [a] the taste of the local lager and [b] the lukewarm temperature.
After they'd finished at least a couple each and I was well onto my 2nd bottle, I inspected the cans to see what all of the fuss was about. I could read "Pilsner" but I burst out in laughter as I identified the words; "Sin Alcohol" meaning alcohol free.
With Shiraz fuelling my thought patterns, I forgot that I was the jerk who bought them and proudly announced that they were drinking alcohol free beer*! Uh wait a second...
*My Father-in-law says drinking this is like "dancing with your sister".
With the cat (s) out of bag, my sober friends managed to pour the beers out WHILE simultaneously delivering punches and insults.