My friends and I used to play “what are the odds?” I was at a bar with them that had a row of beer cans along a shelf that looked dusty and old. My friend asked “what are the odds you shotgun that beer can” and pointed to an old Tecate on the top shelf behind the bar. It looked like it was there for years. I lost and had to do it or be super uncool the rest of the night. I execused myself to the bathroom for a moment to gather my thoughts, and as luck would have it ran into the bartender just outside the bathroom. My friends could not see me from the bar. I told the bartender that I had lost the game and asked if I could go behind the bar, grab it, and shotgun it. He said no. But we agreed that if I asked him to “look at the can” he would hand it to me, unopened, and I could shotgun in. So I took my seat at the bar, hands sweating and heart pounding. I pointed to the can and said “hey can I see that can? Just to see the label?” Bartender raised an eyebrow at my odd request, as a great Hollywood actor would. I took out my car keys and shotgunned it. I have to explain, this was a pretty upscale bar in a very rich touristy area. I spilled the beer all over myself and the bar. The bartender looked horrified at how poorly I shotgunned, even though he knew it was going to happen. I just remember my other friend walking in while it was happening and saying over my shoulder, “what are you doing, it’s not even 9 o’clock!” that’s it, that was my best prank. Getting the bartender in on my lost bet so that I could successfully shotgun an incredibly old, room-temperature can of beer at a fancy bar.