The other night after work, I attended “Beer Tasting” sponsored by our employee club at work.
It started out innocent enough, with one beer, a small plastic cup and a lot of anticipation from the 15 or so participants.
The first beer was a Pilsner, which tasted all right, but our expectations wouldn’t just accept a normal tasting beer like that. We might as well have been drinking Tuborg or Carlsberg, which are known over the whole world.
Beer number 2, Belgian Tripel was a far cry from the first Pilsner. Things were looking up, and the chips and nuts began to fly as well.
I apologize for not setting things in the correct order, but there was talking, and laughing, and my boss to my right who felt that I wasn’t enjoying myself enough with those small cups of beer, so he helped me attain another state of reality.
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