Saturday, October 20, 2007
Adam's Visit
Kev and I are sitting in my living room one evening on the couch. There is a light knock at the door and I go to see who is there. The person is too short to see through the peep hole. I figure, this probably isn't a home invader so I open the door. It is Adam. He comes marching in furiously and heads for the kitchen. "I drove here non-stop all the way from Georgia! Don't you have anything better than this damned Winnie the Pooh beer?" Kev and I just stand there...
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But that would mean it's beer made of honey, a mead of some kind? That sounds good.
ReplyDeleteHowever, the way you said it was as though I was serving up pussy beers, not that I had some nerdy beverage fashionable at Dungeons and dragons 3 day tournament banquet dinners.
ReplyDeleteWe had a mechanic who worked for the manufacturer of the machines I used to run at my old job who would come in to do serious work on them. He was German (as were the machines) and he would always say things like, "Zees eez German enineering here, not your Mickey Mouse American sheet."
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