me: "hm?"
lady: "do you want a pretty-coloured drink?"
me: "um. all right, then."
lady: "which one?"
me: "the ... second from the end..."
lady: "which end?"
me: "the left end!"
lady: "the sort of misty-coloured one?"
me: "right."
in which i converse with drunken drunk people and end up with a sort of misty-coloured drink.
