I must have been about 8 or 9. I was walking around the College World Series with my family. We walked past a Zima trailer which was handing out samples. They looked at me, didn't think twice and handed a sample to me and my other 4 siblings who were all CLEARLY underage. The times have changed
On another note, I walked into a new beer store the other day. I've seen it several times before but never stopped. It looked like it may carry some good stuff, so I ask the two ladies working there if they had any sour beers. They looked confused and asked if I meant 'like, beer that has gone bad??', then one of them has an 'ah-ha' moment, runs to the back and rushes out with Lime-arita and Straw-berita..Yes, in their defense, they are
sour. I bought a sixer of Deschutes Pinedrops IPA and never looked back