Fighting at the Bus Stop.
Last night I went and joined Sarah and some of her workmates at a pub in central Auckland for the local pub quiz. It was a great night, apart from the fact that I totally and utterly suck at pub quizzes.
It doesn't help, of course, that I'm not a Kiwi. So I don't know any of the local Kiwi questions that they ask and I don't know any of the International questions that they ask. And hell, I probably wouldn't know any of the Australian questions if they asked.
I did get one question right though, which is quicker to make an Ale or a Lager. So at least my homebrew knowledge has finally come in useful somewhere.
So today after work I was at the bus stop. Standing there, propped up against the wall, minding my own business. When this woman comes up to me and, Australian Rules...