^ Yeah well it was kinda funny
He asked my name and where I lived, and I said I knew he didn't need to know that, so a very anoying conversation followed. He kept on asking where I lived, so I got tired of him and said "over there", and replying with "but why do you need to know that, you don't know if I actually do live there". Well that shut him up for the first time. And then (we were carrying a crate of beer, half of it was filled with empty bottles, the other half was still full) he said he could already prosecute me. So I got interested and asked him what he could prosecute me for. Well, now he was just making a fool out of himself: "Well you can't carry that beercrate on the streets like that, it has to be carried in a closed space, like in a car or something".
So now he really got me going, and I said "So that means that I can only buy beer when I'm driving?". The man wished me a pleasant evening
