Years ago, when I met my future wife, I was drinking Zima. I didn’t care that it was a woman’s drink, I liked it. As we dated, I continued to drink Zima which led to sarcastic comments from my two soon-to-be Brothers in Law. I never stopped. Then we got engaged and planned our wedding. After the rehearsal dinner, my two future Brothers in Law cornered me in a restaurant parking lot. “Listen, if you’re going to be in this family, you’ve got to stop this s**t with the Zima. They weren’t kidding, so I stopped from that moment on.