I think we're all dating ourselves by admitting what we used to drink. I remember ordering schooners by the quantity, rather than ordering by brand like I do now. We used to hold up our hands and flash our fingers at the waiter/waitress, and they'd plunk them down four at a time with one hand. They were four for a dollar, except in Washington State where you'd get five for a US$. The glasses were a little smaller there, and one C$ bought you US$1.05 then (boy, I am dating myself!), so it worked out about the same.
"Touch not the cat bot a glove."
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