the Barest of things...
I was hosting trivia at Quest Brewing Company Wednesday night (shameless plug: I host trivia at Quest Brewing) when the audience started yelling at me in confusion. This is not a new thing but I generally make it until the third or fourth round before people start taking issues with my performance. Apparently, they were in an uproar because they questioned my numbering sequence when I read question #9 of round one.
I argued briefly as I was the man with both the microphone and the answers, making me the ultimate authority in all things trivia and far above public rebuke. Then I actually looked at my questions… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 is how they were numbered. See anything missing there?
There was no question #8 and, contrary to the audience’s request for me to make up a question about National Sandwich Month right there on the spot, I had another solution.
“Let’s take this opportunity to fill in #8 on your answer sheet with one suggestion for a future round of trivia,” was my proposal, adding that everybody would be awarded a point for their answer. The crowd was appeased and they got to work coming up with some really creative suggestions for future trivia rounds. I really enjoyed reading them, seeing the diversity of interests, and imagining which ones would be successful rounds in the coming weeks.
Fast forward to the end of the evening when I was a couple trivia beers and three happy hour cocktails into my evening and I just wanted to get in bed. As soon as trivia was complete, I thanked the remaining crowd for coming out, told my responsibly drinking friends that I was ready for my safe ride home, and off I went. It was only this morning that I realized I left the list of suggestions sitting on my lectern at Quest.
Maybe Lee Brunelle, my favorite bartender in town, recognized the importance of the list written in Sharpie and did not hastily dispose of it. He had been in the room when we performed this exercise AND I had read the list out loud, so surely he was aware of its importance. I had no doubt that he put it in the cash drawer and saved it for me, just as he would have done with a lost debit card, misplaced sunglasses, or forgotten toddler.
That is where all of this becomes Lee’s fault because he threw it straight in the garbage. Fortunately, I am not one to point fingers and assign blame to people or I would really hammer home the point that THIS IS ALL LEE’S FAULT. Instead, I am going to do what I did with Missing Question #8 and turn Lee’s mistake into an opportunity.
If you were at trivia Wednesday night, send me your team’s idea for a trivia round. If you would like to come to trivia in the future, send me your idea for a trivia round. If you have no intent of ever coming to Wednesday Night Trivia With Brett, but you have a good idea for a trivia round, send me your idea for a trivia round.
You get the idea.