When I was 14,and working as a plumber in luxembourg ,I was as all the boys in my neighborhood short of money.not much pocket-money in my times. So I saw the bigger guys always drinking their 2-3 bottles of beer and I was not able to afford this. So I started to get a bad habit.i was sneaking around on the raw buildings and whenever I saw a bottle of beer staying next to somebodys working bag I took a gulp ,you know. What I did not knew in my excitement (lol)was that someone was watching me doing this. So one midday I discovered a fine cold bottle and I took another gulp,and jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez I was choking ,some sob put terpentine in the bottle,that was rough,and as soon as I started coughing the guys turned up 4-5 of em,and they where laughing like assholes and all that,calling me all sort of names what a shame. Finally when I settled the offered me a beer a real one, even more than one and ,from that moment on , I never touched somebody elses bottle anymore –no way ,and as they knew I was short of money they offered me more often one ,and they just told me to ask if I wanted something. It was a great lesson to me and I learned something out of it. And years later we still where able to look each other in the eyes. On the construction work I met a lot of decent people,straight, rough and strong and weak at the same time, but real no shitty-shatty people. Ps.i did not had a beer bottle ready for the render so I took some grapes. no tagging here .as this might serve as lesson to some other people.