hedonist91
Well-Known Member
I don't even have the heart to write the whole story, but the short of it is...
I had twelve entries to a competition, two hours from my home, that I dropped off to Defiant Brewing an hour and a half from my home a week earlier. Someone from the Homebrew club picked up my entries from Defiant, and brought them to Chelsea Brewing in Manhattan about 5 days later. Unfortunately, there was a blizzard in Manhattan that day. Chelsea brewing closed earlier than usual because of the snow.
Whoever was responsible for the safe, secure delivery of the entries decided the best thing to do was leave a case of beer (plus a six pack with another competitor's three entries) unattended in front of a closed brewpub in Manhattan, instead of - oh, I don't know - calling someone, or arranging to have them entered and dropped off later when someone could put them behind closed doors.
Instead of calling your humble narrator (the entry form was online, and there were only two competitors' beers missing), as my phone number was entered for each of my twelve entries, I was pulled aside while the winners were being announced by a fellow that was a judge for the day, that I had bs-ed with at the bar in the afternoon. This fellow put the pieces together and realized that it was my beer that had never been tasted, and was left out for a night with no one watching it, in the middle of the city that never sleeps.
Imagine my dismay. Furthermore, we had contacted members of the homebrew club and also employees of Chelsea Brewing to find out what time would be appropriate to show up to make sure we were present for the announcements. We were basically given a shrug in response to all of our queries, so we arrived around 2pm, because apparently no one knew jack. Not that I forced down five hours of good brew or anything, but wow. Wow. No one knows even ballpark, when things are going on. Wow.
After their hippy-like trust that a case of beer won't grow legs and walk off unattended when left out in plain air, I don't find it hard to believe that they wouldn't have the slightest inkling as to what week they would even be done sipping.
Very, very disheartening.
I had twelve entries to a competition, two hours from my home, that I dropped off to Defiant Brewing an hour and a half from my home a week earlier. Someone from the Homebrew club picked up my entries from Defiant, and brought them to Chelsea Brewing in Manhattan about 5 days later. Unfortunately, there was a blizzard in Manhattan that day. Chelsea brewing closed earlier than usual because of the snow.
Whoever was responsible for the safe, secure delivery of the entries decided the best thing to do was leave a case of beer (plus a six pack with another competitor's three entries) unattended in front of a closed brewpub in Manhattan, instead of - oh, I don't know - calling someone, or arranging to have them entered and dropped off later when someone could put them behind closed doors.
Instead of calling your humble narrator (the entry form was online, and there were only two competitors' beers missing), as my phone number was entered for each of my twelve entries, I was pulled aside while the winners were being announced by a fellow that was a judge for the day, that I had bs-ed with at the bar in the afternoon. This fellow put the pieces together and realized that it was my beer that had never been tasted, and was left out for a night with no one watching it, in the middle of the city that never sleeps.
Imagine my dismay. Furthermore, we had contacted members of the homebrew club and also employees of Chelsea Brewing to find out what time would be appropriate to show up to make sure we were present for the announcements. We were basically given a shrug in response to all of our queries, so we arrived around 2pm, because apparently no one knew jack. Not that I forced down five hours of good brew or anything, but wow. Wow. No one knows even ballpark, when things are going on. Wow.
After their hippy-like trust that a case of beer won't grow legs and walk off unattended when left out in plain air, I don't find it hard to believe that they wouldn't have the slightest inkling as to what week they would even be done sipping.
Very, very disheartening.
