One of my late neighbors, "Rabbit" LaFlamme, had about the best single shop around here. He repaired trucks for the local UPS depot for 20 years and then quit and opened his own place at his house and had plenty to keep him busy, once word got around, especially on light to medium trucks. If you were to visit, everyone knew that the fridge at the back of the shop was full of Bud, just waiting for an excuse. I didn't need him much to fix stuff, but my Dad went there for all of his car service once he got too old to do it himself. Once in a while I would need 'Rab's' 600 lb. impact wrench or his 40 ton press for getting things apart or back together, and other times I would stop by (often on my bike) just to say hi! and sometimes share a beer and talk about stuff.
I am NOT a big Bud fan, and I suppose my facial expressions showed that, because one time I stopped in for a visit a couple of years before he died and 'Rab' said "Hey! Go grab a couple of beers - yours are in the back." So now, with peeked interest, I wander to the fridge, grab a Bud for 'Rab' from the front and, looking waaay back in there, behind everything else, is a 4-pack of Guinness Stout. "I heard you like that English mud but I didn't have the heart to leave it out in the shop to warm up!" All this said with a wink from his eye that had a scar running across it from a long past motorcycle accident. He was a handsome guy, even with the scar.
'Rab' got lung cancer a few years back, which quickly spread all over the place and he quickly died. His son is in the shop now, building custom chopper motorcycles - nice ones, too. And the fridge is still stocked with Bud, just as it should be...