During a lull from the serious business of searching for the Perfect Pint, I noticed Bob playing tenderly with his ring. I asked him if he had recently had it polished. It brought back memories of the old college days when Bob had a very loose ring. The way his finger slid so easily in and out of it, I could tell that it was even slacker than before, when marriage was never on the cards. Indeed, Bob’s watch words always were, “Remember the three T’s.” After nights of bawdy fun, and in the harsh, unforgiving light of morning, he would always make sure that his overnight guest would receive Tea, Toast, and a Taxi; knowing full well that their paths would never cross again.