We have a number of lawn care customers that give us cold, refreshing beverages at the end of the job.
And by a number I mean 3 or 4.
Yesterday we visited one such customer, who usually hands a cold root beer as we drive away.
As we headed off, root beer in hand, after a nice chat, I unscrewed the top (no small feat with those metal lids) and took a gigantic swig.
What can I say, I was thirsty.
And what did I taste???
Beer.
Plain, old beer. Which isn't bad in and of itself, but when you are expecting the sweetness of root beer, it is a little unsettling.
That's for sure.
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