Friday, February 7, 2014

Things from My Childhood 3: Stealing a Sip

When I was a kid, my dad was a beer drinker.  He would have a couple of beers on the weekend, and often would place a partial can in our refrigerator while he attended to other things.  

When I got to be 12 or so, I would occasionally sneak a sip of those open cans of beer.  I thought I was pretty slick, and it was just a sip. 

One evening, I had dish duty after supper.  My mom had made something fried and, as usual, she had drained the grease from the skillet into a can.  I just didn't know which can...

While doing the dishes, I took a break and decided to take a quick sip of the open beer can that was in the fridge.  I tilted the can back to take a healthy slug, and had to fight the urge to gag as I realized that my mom had drained the grease from the skillet into a beer can, and placed it into the refrigerator to cool.  Yuck!

I didn't tell Mom or Dad about that, so I'm sure they'll laugh when they read this.  God is always watching, even when your parents are not.


Dan O. said...

Funny right there.

My dad used to keep a case of Duke Ale in the basement and just bring up 3 or 4 bottles at a time to put in the fridge. I occasionally would drink one then exchange the empty in the case. That may give you a hint on how old I am. There was a deposit on the bottles back then.

P.S. Glad to see you post again , John. Almost removed you from my a feed reader a day or two ago.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful to 'hear' from you again. I'm enjoying reading about your childhood.

Just John said...

Thanks! I just got back from Afghanistan, so my blog sat dormant for the last seven months.

Anonymous said...

Welcome home (again) and thank you!

Dan O. said...

Welcome home. I thought you were done w/ deployments once you moved back stateside. Happy for your safe return.