Pong!
We came home Saturday afternoon to the strangest smell. I thought it smelled like a solvent. I was kind of right. It was beer.
A mini-keg of beer blew out at the bottom seam and leaked five liters of brewski into the library carpet, every drop of it by the time we got home. (Naturally, we keep the booze in the library. Don’t you?).
It was cool, it was dark. It was in date. Nothing was stacked on top of it. It was from a large commercial brewer. It was, appropriately enough, Old Speckled Hen. Honestly, I’m stymied.
Uncle B sent a huffy “what gives?” to the brewery (he’s very good at those) but we haven’t had a reply yet.
I bought it for my birthday. I had this vision that I would get up on my birthday morning, sit in my favorite chair and be pleasantly sozzled all day long. But I couldn’t figure out how to fit it in the fridge, and I’m not really a daytime drinker anyway. It sounded good in my head, but it never happened.
And now it never shall. Happy Monday!
August 19, 2019 — 8:53 pm
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