^^This, eh?You know you’re a home brewer when at the grocery store, your five year old says “look dad, they have hops”. You turn around and find artichokes.
^^This, eh?You know you’re a home brewer when at the grocery store, your five year old says “look dad, they have hops”. You turn around and find artichokes.
You know you’re a home brewer when at the grocery store, your five year old says “look dad, they have hops”. You turn around and find artichokes.
I once had to go to the post office to pick up a delivery from a retailer who had recycled a Farams box to hold my order. The postmistress couldn't work out why I was getting cabbages sent through the post, as she thought that was what was depicted in the picture on the box!
when 30 min after finishing a brew session and pitching your yeast...Your filling your beer glass next to the fermenter, and hear the first bubble out the airlock...and almost jizz your pants!
When you find yourself sleeping in the same room with three active fermentations and you get so accustomed to that constant bubbling sound of an airlock that you are actually able to fall asleep listening to that.
Its like you somehow have obtained the viewmaster disk of my innermost soul.When the only thing that makes you reconsider your weekend binges are when you get too shattered on Saturday to have your Sunday brew day.
GuiltyWhen you're working from home, just so you can brew a batch of beer.
Isn't that, "Absinthe makes the fart go 'honda'?"When your phone autocorrects, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” to, “Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder”...
I learned the hard way that asking to buy a box of syringes "for my diabetic cat" was the standard line every strung-out IV drug abuser gives when asking for needles. The fact that I insisted on the .5ml U-40 insulin syringes my cat actually needs over whatever rando-sized turkey basters they were handing me made no nevermind; in their eyes I was just another druggyWhen you ask a pharmacist if they sell syringes in singles and they shove one in you hand and whisper "don't worry, it's free".
And then you're like "OH! No, I'm a homebrewer."
And they're like "Shhhh. It's okay."
So you shrug, pocket it and leave.
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