So, I started my new dealing job last night. I ended up working an eleven hour shift because a guy on the late crew called off sick. Fine, I needed the money. But I have let myself get out of shape during my period of underemployment, and my low back muscles are sore. Well, actually all of me is sore.
My mom felt sorry for me, so while I lay comatose in my bed, She went grocery shopping. She went out of her way to purchase great yumminess for me, as well as great nutritiousness, since my job is so demanding. I expressed much gratitude and appreciativeness. Really.
She also bought beer. This is good, except for one thing. I got in the refrigerator to get a beer a few minutes ago. It was Black and Tan. In the fridge.
My mom put Black and Tan in the fridge.
AAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Refrigerating dark beer, especially good-quality dark beer, is a crime against God and Nature. The fullness of the wonderful flavors of dark beer don’t come out to play until the beer reaches room temperature. I have explained this to my mother many times. “Mom,” I tell her, “Don’t put dark beer in the fridge. You don’t get the full flavor of the beer. It has to be room temperature.”
She put the Black and Tan in the fridge.
I put a bottle in warm water to bring the temperature up to a drinkable level, and set another bottle on top of the fridge for tomorrow. I left the rest in the fridge. If mom wants to drink dark beer in a state of cold-induced bitter less-than-full flavoredness, I guess that’s her perogative. After all, she did go out and buy the beer.
But she could have at least left a bottle or two on the counter to get warm for me.