Friggin' hicks in Orange County...
(*GNASHING MY TEETH*)
(*SLAMMING MY FIST ON THE DESK TOP*)
So... beautiful day... for breakfast a slice of cold leftover pizza - extra cheese and onion; then off to Body Pump Class at the gym.
After an outstanding workout and a refreshing shower my body craves... BEER!
But not just any beer!
My body craves 21st Amendment Brewery's "Bitter American" session ale.
(Thanks be to "He Whose Name Dare Not Be Mentioned" for introducing me to this PERFECT post-workout brew!)
Folks... it comes in a can... and there's a MONKEY IN A SPACESUIT on the can...!!!
So... there's a (supposed!) beer store in Monroe. I drive there. No cans of beer with monkeys in spacesuits!
Then... I drive further northwest... to Chester, NY; again.... NO FRIGGIN' SPACESUITED MONKEYS...!!!
My friends... I am a bitter Amerrican. Perhaps I'm THE bitter American. But can you honestly blame me...???
I live in a nation where beer stores within a 60 mile radius of midtown Manhattan don't have the beer I want!
Luckily... on the way home... one of my favorite songs came on the radio.
I suppose... I'll just have to carry on...