The Adventures of Tap

Every summer I tell myself that I will continue to blog so that my experiences of the summer are not forgotten, and that my few loyal readers are not left with nothing. But every summer I seem to end up working at camp, and trying to even log in to blog on that shitty dial-up connection makes me want to stick a fork in my eye. So I end up not blogging. But camp is over, and soon I’ll be back in T-bay where there will be highspeed and pleanty of time to blog!

I plan on writing as much of my fun summer adventures as I can, but untill then, here is a bit of a story.

Today I was looking at some little LCBO book about different beers. Some of them were quite interesting, so I decided that I’d go and get some, since both my dad and I enjoy trying a new beer every once in a while. I got in my car, and went to the local LCBO in Mildmay, where I’m visiting my folks before I leave for the north. While the LCBO in Mildmay looks impressive from the outside, inside its really freaking tiny and has no selection. So off I drove to Walkerton, with the hopes that the apparently larger LCBO there would have the uncommon beers I was seeking.

Upon arrive at the Walkerton LCBO my hopes rose. This one was much bigger, and seemed to have a better eselection. However, only two of the eight beers I was searching for were there. The nice lady working there tried to tell help me, but she spoke quickly and in such a way that I couldn’t listen to anything she said. I managed to gleam from her 5 minutes of verbal diarreha that the best place to look was Paisley or Port Elgin, another 20 and 40 minutes away. I sure as hell didn’t want to be driving for a couple of hours just to buy a damn beer, so I slowly backed out the door untill the lady stopped talking to me, taking with me the two beers I had found there. I don’t even remember paying for them, she spoke so fast. It completely bunged up my brain. I found the recipt in my pocket though, so I didn’t steal them accidentally.

On the way home, I got stuck behind a slow moving transport truck. I tried not to ride his ass, but I was impatient, wanting to get home in time to take my sister to an appointment she had. The balance of life got me though, and as payment for following to closely, the truck somehow ran a chicken over and I was scared shitless by an explosion of feathers.  JUST feathers. I have no idea what happened to the rest of the chicken…

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