After a good, hard bicycle ride on a
hot afternoon, the cyclist stopped at
a convenience store on the way home
and looked for a twenty-four ounce
bottle of beer (preferably recyclable
plastic to carry on the bike) with a
screw top because he wouldn’t be
drinking twenty-four ounces in one
sitting. Nada. He asked the clerk and
she said, “Oh, we haven’t had any of
those relics since the Jurassic period
when dinosaurs roamed the earth. He
settled for a 25-ounce can (That’s with
an extra ounce, beer fans.) knowing
some would go flat and be wasted. On
the cyclist’s way out of the store,
the clerk said, “Bye, Rex.”