Two xmases ago my gf’s brother Jimmy drove down from Vermont to spend a weekend with us. He likes crap beer, and it was my job to pick up a couple of cases on my way home from running errands that day.
Well, Jimmy arrived early and thirsty. His sister told him to help himself to my beer. I had four bottles chilling; the cheapest was a $22 Pliny The Elder which is nearly impossible to find around here. There was a Belgian sour (Carillon) that was “priceless”. There was a bourbon barrel aged stout I’d won the right to purchase in a raffle (yeah, $20 worth of raffle tickets for the opportunity to spend money).
Jimmy drank them all.
I got home with the crap beer. Jimmy was trashed, drunker than I’d ever seen him. I then got to hear about how crappy my beer was, although “it sure packed a kick”.