A Scottish man had been working for years building his own brewery.
He carefully developed his favourite brews. Meticulously crafting flavors he loved.
He was involved in every step, from hop selection, to bottle choices, to even designing the labels with his picture on the bottles, flowing red locks and all.
As he began bottling and kegging his new crafts he went from bar to bar. And each time he was meet with rejection.
Not one offer crossed his path.
Tired, and frustrated he finally asked one of the bar owners why he wouldn’t buy his beer.
“Were a bar Sir, we don’t serve Ginger ale.”