When Mike Smith walked into the room, he handed me a four-pack of Lynchburg Lemonades. (He's learned his lesson!)
Then Greg, who'd told me down by the pool that he walked into a liquor store and asked for a bottle of whisky for a friend who really likes whisky, handed me the bottle of Balvenie 12 year Doublewood he'd brought.
Not that I object, but why is everyone bringing me alcohol? :-)