MIT jumps on a table. “Anyone who sits at this table, has a beer on me!” yells MIT, and is met with a roar of applause.
GPL jumps on another table. “Anyone who sits at this table, has a beer on me, but only if they share it with a friend” says GPL, and is met with a small confused smattering of applause.
As the day goes on, people start to populate the tables, drinking to their health, to their gods, and to their loved ones. The MIT table is clearly more popular, with the chicken dance in full swing as people clink their mugs; a stark contrast to the GPL table singing depressing songs like Ay Carmela and everyone topping off each others beers with their own.
Finally the day comes to an end and the High Waiter comes to take payment.
The GPL table weren’t really paying attention to who owes what to who with all the beer topping, so they just count the number of people and the number of beers, and throw a pile of scrunched up coins at the waiter which he genially sorts and accepts.
The MIT table pat each other farewell, and assure the waiter that MIT himself will settle the debt. However, once the table clears, MIT is nowhere to be found in sight. As GPL goes to grab his coat from the cloakroom, he spots MIT coming back from the bathroom, unaware that the party is over.
“Hey”, says GPL, “your friends have left and you need to settle your tab.”
MIT looks out of the window and sees all the people he has been drinking with leaving in flashy cars, and limousines. He stares at his wallet.
“I don’t get it.” he says, “I gave them free beer, and this is how they repay me?”
GPL and MIT are at a beer hall.
MIT jumps on a table. “Anyone who sits at this table, has a beer on me!” yells MIT, and is met with a roar of applause.
GPL jumps on another table. “Anyone who sits at this table, has a beer on me, but only if they share it with a friend” says GPL, and is met with a small confused smattering of applause.
As the day goes on, people start to populate the tables, drinking to their health, to their gods, and to their loved ones. The MIT table is clearly more popular, with the chicken dance in full swing as people clink their mugs; a stark contrast to the GPL table singing depressing songs like Ay Carmela and everyone topping off each others beers with their own.
Finally the day comes to an end and the High Waiter comes to take payment.
The GPL table weren’t really paying attention to who owes what to who with all the beer topping, so they just count the number of people and the number of beers, and throw a pile of scrunched up coins at the waiter which he genially sorts and accepts.
The MIT table pat each other farewell, and assure the waiter that MIT himself will settle the debt. However, once the table clears, MIT is nowhere to be found in sight. As GPL goes to grab his coat from the cloakroom, he spots MIT coming back from the bathroom, unaware that the party is over.
“Hey”, says GPL, “your friends have left and you need to settle your tab.”
MIT looks out of the window and sees all the people he has been drinking with leaving in flashy cars, and limousines. He stares at his wallet.
“I don’t get it.” he says, “I gave them free beer, and this is how they repay me?”