When I was a student, I worked as a barmaid in a social club.
There was a offer with bottles of Whitbread beer. You collected the bottle tops and exchanged them for pretty substantial beer glasses with your initial stamped on them
I thought I was onto a winner and would hand over the bottles, minus the tops and collect the tops.
That was until one customer kept demanding the tops, as he was collecting the tops as well. It would get really heated. I realised that I wasn't going to win, as he always got the last word. We eventually agreed to share.
He was the only man I had ever met, who managed to get the last word. It drove me mad.
I eventually married that man and we pooled the glasses!
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