How Else You Gonna Learn?

The barman's ego contested my advice and didn't listen, he blamed the barrel. There was no need to save face, present a false case, I don't matter, it makes little difference to me. I've been there, I get nothing from ridicule. I'll drink my pint flat and he'll continue to pour them that way. Though maybe I would have thought better of him had he listened, I'll never know. Perhaps he has lost some face to me, but he'll lose more to many more, and into the long term as the gas that should be in the pints spills over their glass lips. His ego hath shot itself in the foot.