True Sh*t 4: The Thing I Said
There's a break room at work that I try to avoid. The guys get to shooting the bull in there and loose track of time, the conversations wandering to all sorts of guy things that I'm not interested in. On the rare day that I was in there, they were discussing the cost of beer. I used to drink a lot of beer, and I'm not talking about that cheap Budweiser-Miller-Coors crap. I drank Micro-Brews. I still drink beer, but not at the volume I used to. That was three a day, and seven or eight on Friday and Saturday. I spent a lot of money on beer. When I started going to the gym, I quit for two years in a row. So I spoke about that, it was breif, and what I said brought the conversation to a halt.
I said I saved a lot of money when I quit drinking.
It got quiet. I mean quiet like a morgue. You could hear a pin drop and crickets chirping in the distance. I looked around, everybody was on the edge of their seats looking at me with a quizzical wonder.
I thought, was it something I said?
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Down in the basement we have a really big Kenmore refrigerator full of beer and Snapple. I'm guessing a case of Widmere and about fourty bottles of Snapple. I think we've been working on the contents for over a month. When we're heavy into cycling, we don't drink much. Back in the old days, that beer wouldn't last a week.
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