When you buy a six pack of an old school cheap American Lager (Narragansett) at the country store and it causes a bit of a to-do. The owner, Ari, was the first to notice: "Pete, a Narragansett day?" I sheepishly replied "well, it's a hot day and I literally haven't had this since I was a kid". Pat, the clerk, protested that it was a good beer for lounging around on a hot day. Ari said I probably would end up using it to cook steamers. A customer piped in to complain about the low alcohol Schlitz they had access to while serving in Vietnam. On the way out a lady said "I hope you like it."
The life of a small town beer snob.
The Narragansett wasn't too bad, either.