Beer Anxiety

I ran out of beer. Shame! I know that hardly ever happens under my watch but thought I’d just run to the store quickly. So I was at the supermarket for a refill and went to the beer cold room that has all the beer chilled ready for immediate consumption if necessary. I love that room. See the usual suspects - Sam Adams - naw I buy that all the time, Becks on sale - nah, not so crazy about Becks and the $3 rebate is just not worth it. Rebates are so much work… Ooh Brooklyn Summer Ale looks good, but why does it cost so much. Pabst? 8 bucks? Really? For Pabst? Nah. Shock Top, yeah right nice try Bud. Maybe just get Yeugling? I just want a few beers. Ooh Captain Lawrence, 11 bucks for a 6 pack? I can double the amount if I buy Sam’s for an extra 2 bucks. What the fuck do I do?…..Crap 10 minutes later still walking around the cold room getting weird stares from the guys picking up Bud lights. Crap, I’m still pacing in the cold room empty handed contemplating a beer purchase?….aaaahhh! I ran out and in my hand…. Just a big ass can of Fosters! Beer anxiety.

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