out of the blue

Aaron and I decided to be gentlemanly and walk someone home to her house. So, we went along with her, and talked for a while. Then left her there. It turns out that her house is just behind Safeway, so we went in to see if we wanted to get anything. We ended up getting some Thomas Kemper soda, as their Ginger Ale is bloody good (as far as I could tell, having it once). So, we're walking back from Safeway to our dorm to drop off the soda before going to get Pulp Fiction and Snatch, when some guys call out to us, "Is that beer?" Thinking it amusing, I yell back, "No. It's a collection of soda," so as to make them think that, yes, it is beer. They ask if they can have one, because they still don't believe me, naturally. I see no need to correct them, because that would involve opening one and letting them try it, so I yell out "sorry," as Aaron says "We're connoisseurs." They say something along the lines of "Blast," and we walk off. I was amused.