Maybe it’s me, but I always have bad luck when it comes to a 12-pack case of craft beer.
Here's the thing - the problem is never with the beer itself.
There are some basic things you should know about me before I get started.
I love to cook.
I love to eat.
I love beer.
I love drinking beer.
But most of all, I love buying beer.
There's nothing better than finding a distributor that has shelves of local and craft beer. It's like I'm five years old again, walking wide-eyed into the toy department and looking at all the colorful labels and witty names sitting within arm's reach of me.
Looking at the bottles of my favorite beers triggers memories of good times and, most of all, good taste. After tedious perusal of the goods, I carefully make my selection. More recently, I've been picking up variety packs from breweries that provide some quality brews I've never tried. Usually I've never had a problem. I find a beer or two out of the case that I REALLY like and I share the rest with friends and family.
Then, tragedy struck.
I direct your attention to Exhibit A, taken today, September 9, 2011.
Clearly, the cardboard could not withstand the awesome that it held inside. Forgivable. Sometimes this just, you know, happens. But it happened in the parking lot of the liquor store. Without my quick reflexes and resourceful thinking, this could have ended very badly. Namely with soggy shoes and no beer.
If that had happened, it would have been disappointing, but that’s all.
Now, please see Exhibit B, which occurred approximately two weeks ago during my Hurricane Irene preparation.
This is the handle hole of the Magic Hat Brewing Co. “Night of the Living Dead” variety 12-pack. Notice the similar tear patterns that travel upwards towards the lid of the box? Me too. Curious, no?
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I leave it to you to decide what is going on.
I’m not saying this is a conspiracy, but I’ve got a feeling that the cardboard box lobby has been in control for too long.
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