Monday, March 31, 2014
I'm going to see my father-in-law this weekend. I remember the first time I met him. His daughter had told him that I like beer, and he called her from the grocery store. He told her he was in the beer isle and wanted to know what I'd like to drink. I said I like almost anything (except Corona). He asked where I was from (Wisconsin) and then said he found something perfect for me. When we arrived it turned out to be a 12-pack of Old Milwaukee, which I didn't think they sold in Florida. I would have guessed that the cost of shipping it outside of Wisconsin would cut too deeply into the profit margin on those $12 case. I had one (case), and it was delicious and warm, which is appropriate since that stuff doesn't taste any better when you ice it down. Well played, sir.