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I don't know about you guys, but I have been seriously pondering for the past couple of years a very important aspect of my happiness in an EOTW situation, the procurement of suds.
Let's say, you've done a great job of stockpiling water, food, medical supplies, ammo, etc. All of a sudden, you discover an imminent EOTW fiasco about to unfold the next day. Today is your last chance to do any last minute stocking of necessities.
Then, you suddenly remember, "OH MY GAWD. I ONLY HAVE 3 BEERS LEFT IN THE FRIDGE."
You turn on your TV to see channel after channel of the live news coverage. Stores are being looted everywhere. You realize that if you try to make a way to any beer selling establishment, you'll be caught up in the frenzy. You know that if you want to be safe and be there to protect your family, you have to stay home. ...plus it's Sunday and you live in Georgia. You start to consider your options. No, that won't work. No, you can't hijack your neighbor's beer. He let you borrow his lawnmower. Damnit! There's nothing you can do. WHAT DO YOU DO!
If you're me, you simply sit back, relax, and tell your wife, "honey, I'll be in the guest room for a while. Gotta make another batch. Yell if I need to plug anyone who gets too close to the house."
For the past year or so, I've been looking into home brewing kits. You can get the crappy little kit from Best Buy, etc. for like $100 and who knows how that stuff will turn out. Option 2, spend top dollar on setting up a serious home brewing outfit, that is if you have the dough, which in this day and age, if you're like me, you don't.
Today, a series of events unfolded that solved this problem for me, almost as though is was designed and carried out by the big guy himself.
A guy came in the shop. He milled around the Yamaha Rhinos and Kawasaki Mules for a bit. I walked out and asked if he needed help with anything. We chit chatted for a while and I showed him a few Mules and Rhinos. We discussed pricing. He was kinda on the fence, but it looked like he was going to fold any second. His shirt had a funny beer phrase on it. I said, "cool shirt."
He said, "yeah. It's my work shirt."
I said, "really? What do you do?"
He said, "I'm the owner of asdfghjkl." (asdfghjkl being the unnamed world famous microbrewery and home brewing supply company.)
I said, "let's walk outside for a sec and talk some bidness. Less ears on da street."
After some discussion, we agreed. The deal is, I knock a sizeable amount off the price of the Mule he picked out, and he sets me up with a really good complete home brewing outfit and all the supplies necessary to make a buttload of beer for a long time.
Yet again, the perks of this job never seize to amaze me. Thanks to being in the right place at the right time and selling the right product, now my "where to get my EOTW suds" dilemma is officially solved. I'm going to pick up all the equipment from him on Saturday. I can't wait! I think that after I make a batch I like, I'm going to name it "EOTW".
Ahhhhh. One less survival problem out of the way.
Now I can figure out where the hell I'm going to grow my...
tomatoes.
Let's say, you've done a great job of stockpiling water, food, medical supplies, ammo, etc. All of a sudden, you discover an imminent EOTW fiasco about to unfold the next day. Today is your last chance to do any last minute stocking of necessities.
Then, you suddenly remember, "OH MY GAWD. I ONLY HAVE 3 BEERS LEFT IN THE FRIDGE."
You turn on your TV to see channel after channel of the live news coverage. Stores are being looted everywhere. You realize that if you try to make a way to any beer selling establishment, you'll be caught up in the frenzy. You know that if you want to be safe and be there to protect your family, you have to stay home. ...plus it's Sunday and you live in Georgia. You start to consider your options. No, that won't work. No, you can't hijack your neighbor's beer. He let you borrow his lawnmower. Damnit! There's nothing you can do. WHAT DO YOU DO!
If you're me, you simply sit back, relax, and tell your wife, "honey, I'll be in the guest room for a while. Gotta make another batch. Yell if I need to plug anyone who gets too close to the house."
For the past year or so, I've been looking into home brewing kits. You can get the crappy little kit from Best Buy, etc. for like $100 and who knows how that stuff will turn out. Option 2, spend top dollar on setting up a serious home brewing outfit, that is if you have the dough, which in this day and age, if you're like me, you don't.
Today, a series of events unfolded that solved this problem for me, almost as though is was designed and carried out by the big guy himself.
A guy came in the shop. He milled around the Yamaha Rhinos and Kawasaki Mules for a bit. I walked out and asked if he needed help with anything. We chit chatted for a while and I showed him a few Mules and Rhinos. We discussed pricing. He was kinda on the fence, but it looked like he was going to fold any second. His shirt had a funny beer phrase on it. I said, "cool shirt."
He said, "yeah. It's my work shirt."
I said, "really? What do you do?"
He said, "I'm the owner of asdfghjkl." (asdfghjkl being the unnamed world famous microbrewery and home brewing supply company.)
I said, "let's walk outside for a sec and talk some bidness. Less ears on da street."
After some discussion, we agreed. The deal is, I knock a sizeable amount off the price of the Mule he picked out, and he sets me up with a really good complete home brewing outfit and all the supplies necessary to make a buttload of beer for a long time.
Yet again, the perks of this job never seize to amaze me. Thanks to being in the right place at the right time and selling the right product, now my "where to get my EOTW suds" dilemma is officially solved. I'm going to pick up all the equipment from him on Saturday. I can't wait! I think that after I make a batch I like, I'm going to name it "EOTW".
Ahhhhh. One less survival problem out of the way.
Now I can figure out where the hell I'm going to grow my...
tomatoes.