“Last Wednesday, I went to a pub with some people from work. I
wore a t-shirt I picked up at Linux World Boston in 2003. As my
co-workers left one by one, I moved to the bar to strike up a
conversation with the bartender. It was a quiet night and serving
drinks slowed down as everyone left.“I started to take a sip from my cold mug of Guinness, when a
fellow, who looked around 35, sat one stool away from me. The air
was still filled with cigarette smoke and I had a fresh cigar on
me. So, I lit up. The stranger on my right, ordered a shot of
single malt Scotch and sipped on it now and then.“‘Hi!,’ the guy said. ‘I see you’re wearing a Linux
shirt…'”