What Kind Of Beer You Got?

As I get older, my priorities change. I don’t place a lot of importance on the fleeting self-serving things in life anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy myself and the wife and I spend time together enjoying the small things. But I take the supposed ‘lucky chances’ with a grain of salt and a dash of sarcasm.
The other day I bought a case of Yuengling at Winn-Dixie, put ’em on the front seat of the truck, and headed back home.
I stopped to gas up, and a thin, good looking, younger (not old enough to purchase beer) brunette was filling up her car at the next pump. It was very warm and she was wearing a thin halter type top and shorts.
She glanced at the beer through the passenger window then came around and leaned on my door. She said, in a sexy voice, “I’m a big believer in barter, ol' man. Would you be up for trading sex for beer?”
I thought for a few seconds and asked, “What kind of beer ya got?”