Bottoms Up!

Back in the days when we were the higher power and had all the frustration tolerance of an old garter belt, it just didn't seem reasonable for people to enjoy a cocktail or two and then amble off to dinner, like as not leaving a half-inch of Martinis in the bottoms of their glasses. Being far-sighted, we cultivated the habit of helpfulness and usually managed to find ourself busy emptying ash trays or counting the piano keys when the rest of the party marched into the dining room. Then a quick garbage disposal job on the partly-filled glasses.