Juliette, a pretty blond girl I know, was laughing with a group of friends and I eavesdropped. She had served champagne to her friends the night before at her party. People were surprised because she is just a poor student from a working class family in the provinces, with a tiny apartment.
"But the champagne cost me nothing," she said. "I saw a case of it sitting by the elevator, going to waste, so I just confiscated it."