The Beer Glass

“My friend Hank would pick up a tulip glass of beer with his teeth, tip his head back, drink the beer, then set the glass back down, all no-handed.”

“Ralph, that’s another of your BS stories,” I said.

“I swear it’s true.”

I was just drunk enough to try. I grasped the edge of the full beer glass in my teeth, lifted it, and tilted. Just as beer reached my mouth, the glass broke. I sat there dripping with beer, a circle of broken glass clenched between my teeth.

Ralph grinned. “Of course, Hank did it with the glass half full.”