Laughing_Gnome_Invisible
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I had a strange moment Saturday. SWMBO conned me once again into a trp to Walmart for some of her feminine essentials, food, clothes, that kinda thing. I did my usual thing. I hung around with her until I thought I had followed her around for a reasonable amount of time until her back was turned then I disappeared myself to go look at the audio visual department....place random obects under the price scanner for a bit, then off to the beer section.
Now, a year or so ago I would have just picked up a case of BMC and that was that. I liked the better stuff hidden away on the top shelf like a bunch of porno mags, but I wouldn't pony up the price they wanted for a decent beer. This time though, I never even glanced at the BMC. I studied the top shelves first. This is Walmart, so they don't have a ton of good stuff, just a few decent ones here or there. Anyways, I was a bit tempted to buy a six pack of Winter Hook, but something clicked inside me. I don't need the bottles yet, and I have homebrew at home!
It was a strange feeling walking away from the beer section empty handed wondering to myself exactly what happened there. It's just totally out of character for me not to make the most out of getting dragged to the shops like that.
My question is: Am I cured? Or am I in NEED of a cure?
Now, a year or so ago I would have just picked up a case of BMC and that was that. I liked the better stuff hidden away on the top shelf like a bunch of porno mags, but I wouldn't pony up the price they wanted for a decent beer. This time though, I never even glanced at the BMC. I studied the top shelves first. This is Walmart, so they don't have a ton of good stuff, just a few decent ones here or there. Anyways, I was a bit tempted to buy a six pack of Winter Hook, but something clicked inside me. I don't need the bottles yet, and I have homebrew at home!
It was a strange feeling walking away from the beer section empty handed wondering to myself exactly what happened there. It's just totally out of character for me not to make the most out of getting dragged to the shops like that.
My question is: Am I cured? Or am I in NEED of a cure?