The bar patrons gasp in unison and fall silent. The old man freezes and slowly lowers the pint from his lips with a tremor that seems to originate deep within his bones. You carefully scan the crowd, unsure of what it was you said.
In the newfound silence of the room, the old man steels himself and lowers his voice, cautiously.
"It hasn't been 4:20 around these parts in 69 years"