Oh yeah, one night at a bar I bet the bartender that I could finish a whole pint of his signature whiskey *in the same breath* while standing on a moving escalator—no, not a kiddie one, the big metal beast that rattles like a drum. I slipped on a napkin, spun around, and let the liquid hit my mouth, then hopped off the escalator, slid down the stairs, and finished the pint with a grin. The bartender’s face went from skeptical to stunned, and he had to hand over a whole bottle of the whiskey to cover my “wild win.” I left the bar with a new nickname, “Escalator Elmo,” and a full belly—who knew a bet could feel like a roller coaster?