All this went into the dumpster about 15 minutes ago:
It really pained me to toss out perfectly good beer, if one defines "good" as beer that's serviceable, of good quality, and from reputable sources. All of the foregoing are true but there's just ONE fly in this ointment: I don't like these beers. We'd reached the point where a dozen loose bottles were taking up space that could be occupied by beer I LIKE. So, out it all went.
I used to be able to give away my beer cast-offs and rejects to the kids from ENMU that lived two doors down but those guys moved out. More's the pity and what a waste.
Update, 1330 hrs: Two things. First, Ilied used poetic license in the narrative above. I hadn't actually thrown the beer out when I wrote the post and there's this, too. My new(ish) neighbors pulled into their driveway as I was walking to the dumpster with all that beer in hand. So I walked over, introduced myself and offered them the beer, which they gladly accepted. It turns out the beer wasn't wasted, after all. The Deity At Hand moves in strange ways, doesn't she?
So, after a bit o' small talk I jumped into The Tart and motored on over to my local likker locker to... surprise, surprise... buy some beer. Where I saw this:
Well, now. The glare blots out most of the top line which sez: "No Alcohol Sales." Bummer! It's a great good thing that I NEVER let the available beer supply fall below the one six-pack mark now, innit?
It really pained me to toss out perfectly good beer, if one defines "good" as beer that's serviceable, of good quality, and from reputable sources. All of the foregoing are true but there's just ONE fly in this ointment: I don't like these beers. We'd reached the point where a dozen loose bottles were taking up space that could be occupied by beer I LIKE. So, out it all went.
I used to be able to give away my beer cast-offs and rejects to the kids from ENMU that lived two doors down but those guys moved out. More's the pity and what a waste.
Update, 1330 hrs: Two things. First, I
So, after a bit o' small talk I jumped into The Tart and motored on over to my local likker locker to... surprise, surprise... buy some beer. Where I saw this:
Well, now. The glare blots out most of the top line which sez: "No Alcohol Sales." Bummer! It's a great good thing that I NEVER let the available beer supply fall below the one six-pack mark now, innit?
Know when to hold them, when to fold them and when to just throw them out. I got rid of quite a few like that over the years...mostly out of my golf bag when I realized I hadn't finished those freezing cold cans of bad beer I bought from the beer fairy when the sun was high in the sky and the air like a furnace and ended up at home with only to discover days later.
ReplyDeleteYou know, that almost sounds like marriage....
Heh on the marriage bit, Curt. That got a big smile outta me.
DeleteWow, endearing yourself to the new neighbors, good karma.
ReplyDeleteWow, no alcohol sales, just what did you do in a previous incarnation to deserve that?
... just what did you do in a previous incarnation to deserve that?
DeleteProlly that false ID I carried in between ages 18 and 21. That ID was a work of art and best of all, it WORKED. That said, it WAS against the law.
My only fake ID was the legitimate U.S.Government Driver's License I got working at the Marina at Selfridge ANGB. They took the 3 of us through the whole motor skills, hand eye coordination, chopsticks, driving test and then into some office on base where some Air Force clerk typed up our very very official U.S. Government Motor Vehicle Operators Licenses.
DeleteShe asked me for my full name and then she actually asked me for my date of birth! I'm not stupid. I added 3 years to my age in that instant. I had no trouble at all getting into bars for the next 3 years. Thank You, Mrs. Air Force Clerk. :)
@ Curt: Fast thinking. Good on ya, too.
DeleteOopsie... That's gonna cost them a dollar or three...
ReplyDeleteYeah, I usually drop about 17 or 18 Yankee Dollars when I visit, but I'm not typical.
Delete"I don't like these beers."
ReplyDeletePHILISTINE!
No, no, no. Like Mich Jagger, I'm a man of wealth and TASTE. Well, half of that, anyhoo.
Delete(sigh) MICK.
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