Later that night, I met him at our friend's house. He asked me to stop at a different place to pick up a six pack of his favorite beer before heading over. They didn't have a six pack, so I bought a twelver. We each drank one or two and again, left the rest there.
And then yesterday, after work, even though we had bought collectively a case of his favorite beer over the weekend, we still had none at home, so he stopped to get a twelver.
He handed the cashier his debit card. Declined. Impossible he said. To the non- English speaking cashier. He asked him to please punch in the numbers. Declined.
He handed the cashier his credit card. Declined. Impossible he said.
The owner came out and saw what was happening. HE then explained the "system" was down.
By now, my husband was on a mission. He emptied his pockets of cash and coin and then realized, embarrassed, that he only had enough cash for a six-pack of his favorite beer. So he returned the twelver to the cooler. And got out a six pack.
He said he felt like some kind of addict, going through all that to "get his beer".
I enjoyed one with him to celebrate his efforts. I mean two. As did he.
If you are a mathematical genius, you will figure that now we have two beers in our refrigerator.
Which is not how we roll around here.
So today, after school, I will stop at the liquor store to pick up a twelver, after stopping at the ATM to get out cash.
Now I am starting to feel like some sort of addict.
What is with all of the beer issues?