When you're at the Celtic Festival and your shoulders are burnt to a crisp and you try to buy 20 raffle tickets for $6 and receive back 6 tickets and no change for your $20, and then you win the well-aged bottle of Old Pulteney, you thank that glass of beer you weren't used to for making you silly enough to throw around $20 dollar bills. What on earth will happen when I drink my whisky winnings?!