Yes, You Should Have a Shower Beer Today
My first time was in Kentucky, about 30 years ago. It was a hot, sticky Saturday in July, and I’d been out running errands in my air conditioner-less car. Recycling, hardware store, groceries…It was time for a cold beer.
I stopped at the border liquor store before returning home to the dry county of Hardin. The cashier weighed my empty milk jug, I filled it with draft Schlitz, and she weighed it again—the store sold beer by the pound.
When I got home, I opened the jug and started drinking. I put away the groceries, and decided I needed a shower. On a whim, I took the beer along. It wasn’t long till I was soaped up, hot water rinsing off the day. I grabbed the jug, and tilted it back. Hot water pounding on my back, cold beer running down my throat. Wow! I’d found a whole new experience. The shower beer!